I Shall Grow Old, But

Self Is The Only Prison That Can Ever Bind The Soul.

Genius Is Talent Set On Fire By Courage.

The First Day Of Spring Is One Thing, And The First Spring Day Is Another. The Difference Between Them Is Sometimes As Great As A Month.

A Tear That Trembles For A Little While Upon The Trembling Eyelid, Till The World Wavers Within Its Circle Like A Dream, Holds More Of Meaning In Its Narrow Orb Than All The Distant Landscape That It Blurs.

Life Is An Arrow, Therefore You Must Know What Mark To Aim At, How To Use The Bow-- Then Draw It To The Head And Let It Go!