It Is In The Hard,

God Spare Me Sclerosis Of The Curiosity, For The Curiosity Which Craves To Keep Us Informed About The Small Things No Less Than The Large Is The Mainspring, The Dynamo, The Jet Propulsion Of All Complete Living.

No Man, With A Man's Heart In Him Gets Far On His Way Without Some Bitter, Soul-searching Disappointment. Happy Is He Who Is Brave Enough To Push On To Another Stage Of The Journey.

The More I Observed Washington, The More Frequently I Visited It, And The More People I Interviewed There, The More I Understood How Prophetic L'enfant Was When He Laid It Out As A City That Goes Around In Circles.

No One Is Worthy Of A Good Home Here Or In Heaven That Is Not Willing To Be In Peril For A Good Cause.

The Purpose Of Writing Is To Hold A Mirror To Nature, But Too Much Today Is Written From Small Mirrors In Vanity Cases.