To love is to find your own soul Through the soul of the beloved one.

There is no marriage in Heaven, but there is love.

What is this I hear of sorrow and weariness, Anger, discontent and drooping hopes? Degenerate sons and daughters, Life is too strong for you— It takes life to love Life.

Work for your own soul's sake.

Those who first oppose a good work, seize it and make it their own, when the cornerstone is laid and memorial tablets are erected.

. . . the weal of the race, and the cause of humanity, here and now, are enough To give life meaning and death as well.

The Typical American? He is sent to school Little or much, where he imbibes the rule Of safety first and comfort; in his youth He joins the church and ends the quest of truth.