I hazard the guess that man will be ultimately known for a mere polity of multifarious, incongruous, and independent denizens.

There is nothing but God's grace. We walk upon it; we breathe it; we live and die by it; it makes the nails and axles of the universe.

He who has learned to love an art or science has wisely laid up riches against the day of riches.

Is there anything in life so disenchanting as achievement?

Give us grace and strength to forbear and to persevere. Give us courage and gaiety and the quiet mind, spare to us our friends, soften to us our enemies.

Don't ever confuse motion with progress.

A little amateur painting in water colors shows the innocent and the quiet mind.