No Tears Dim The Sweet

All The Means Of Action -- The Shapeless Masses -- The Materials -- Lie Everywhere About Us. What We Need Is The Celestial Fire To Change The Flint Into The Transparent Crystal, Bright And Clear. That Fire Is Genius.

No Man Is So Poor As To Have Nothing Worth Giving.

A Sermon Is No Sermon In Which I Cannot Hear The Heartbeat.

Youth Wrenches The Sceptre From Old Age, And Sets The Crown On Its Own Head Before It Is Entitled To It.

The Thoughts Of Youth Are Long, Long Thoughts