Tolerance is love sick with the sickness of haughtiness.

And God said, Love your enemy, & I obeyed Him & loved myself.

You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable. You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your spirit according to hours and seasons. Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing.

And that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.

Wisdom ceases to be wisdom when it becomes too proud to weep, too grave to laugh, and too selfish to seek other than itself.

Enthusiasm is a volcano on whose top never grows the grass of hesitation.

Follow your heart. Your heart is the right guide in everything big. Mine is so limited. What you want to do is determined by that divine element that is in each of us.