That Life Is Worth Living

History Is Nothing But Assisted And Recorded Memory.

Perhaps The Only True Dignity Of Man Is His Capacity To Despise Himself.

A Friend's Only Gift Is Himself.

Fanaticism Consists Of Redoubling Your Effort When You Have Forgotten Your Aim.

The Wonder Of An Artist's Performance Grows With The Range Of His Penetration, With The Instinctive Sympathy That Makes Him, In His Mortal Isolation, Considerate Of Other Men's Fate And A Great Diviner Of Their Secret, So That His Work Speaks To Them Kindly, With A Deeper Assurance Than They Could Have Spoken With To Themselves.