Certainty Generally Is Illusion, And

I Find The Great Thing In This World Is Not So Much Where We Stand, As In What Direction We Are Moving: To Reach The Port Of Heaven, We Must Sail Sometimes With The Wind And Sometimes Against It, But We Must Sail, And Not Drift, Nor Lie At Anchor.

The Foliage Has Been Losing Its Freshness Through The Month Of August, And Here And There A Yellow Leaf Shows Itself Like The First Gray Hair Amidst The Locks Of A Beauty Who Has Seen One Season Too Many.

It Is Perfectly Easy To Be Original By Violating The Laws Of Decency And The Canons Of Good Taste.

This Is A Court Of Law, Not A Court Of Justice.

With All Humility, I Think, "whatsoever Thy Hand Findeth To Do, Do It With Thy Might." Infinitely More Important Than The Vain Attempt To Love One's Neighbor As One's Self. If You Want To Hit A Bird On The Wing You Must Have All Your Will In Focus, You Must Not Be Thinking About Yourself, And Equally, You Must Not Be Thinking About Your Neighbor; You Must Be Living With Your Eye On That Bird. Every Achievement Is A Bird On The Wing.