Our Distrust Is Very Expensive.

Every Really Able Man, In Whatever Direction He Works - A Man Of Large Affairs, An Inventor, A Statesman, An Orator, A Poet, A Painter - If You Talk Sincerely With Him, Considers His Work, However Much Admired, As Far Short Of What It Should Be. What Is This Better, This Flying Ideal, But The Perpetual Promise Of His Creator?

The Writer Is An Explorer. Every Step Is An Advance Into A New Land.

In Youth, We Clothe Ourselves With Rainbows, And Go As Brave As The Zodiac.

I See Not Any Road Of Perfect Peace Which A Man Can Walk But After The Counsel Of His Own Bosom.

When A Happy Person Comes Into The Room, It Is As If Another Candle Has Been Lit.