It Is Difficult To Know

Books Are Sepulchres Of Thought.

Success Is Not Something To Wait For, It Is Something To Work For.

But The Great Master Said, "i See No Best In Kind, But In Degree; I Gave A Various Gift To Each, To Charm, To Strengthen, And To Teach".

Doubtless Criticism Was Originally Benignant, Pointing Out The Beauties Of A Work Rather That Its Defects. The Passions Of Men Have Made It Malignant, As A Bad Heart Of Procreates Turned The Bed, The Symbol Of Repose, Into An Instrument Of Torture.

But Oftentimes Celestial Benedictions Assume This Dark Disguise.