We Can Never Judge A Soul Above

How Strangely Do We Diminish A Thing As Soon As We Try To Express It In Words.

Every Year, In November, At The Season That Follows The Hour Of The Dead, The Crowning And Majestic Hours Of Autumn, I Go To Visit The Chrysanthemums ... They Are Indeed, The Most Universal, The Most Diverse Of Flowers.

Silence Is The Element In Which Great Things Fashion Themselves Together ... Speech Is Too Often ... The Act Of Quite Stifling And Suspending Thought, So That There Is None To Conceal ... Speech Is Of Time, Silence Is Of Eternity ... It Is Idle To Think That, By Means Of Words, Any Real Communication Can Ever Pass From One Man To Another.

An Act Of Goodness Is Of Itself An Act Of Happiness. No Reward Coming After The Event Can Compare With The Sweet Reward That Went With It.

The Hour Of Justice Does Not Strike On The Dials Of This World.