Those Who Hope For No

It Is In Self-limitation That A Master First Shows Himself.

Moral Epochs Have Their Course As Well As The Seasons. We Can No More Hold Them Fast Than We Can Hold Sun, Moon, And Stars. Our Faults Perpetually Return Upon Us; And Herein Lies The Subtlest Difficulty Of Self-knowledge.

I Am Proud Of My Heart Alone, It Is The Sole Source Of Everything, All Our Strenght, Happiness & Misery. All The Knowledge I Possess Everyone Else Can Acquire, But My Heart Is All My Own

Good Children's Literature Appeals Not Only To The Child In The Adult, But To The Adult In The Child.

Even The Lowliest, Provided He Is Whole, Can Be Happy, And In His Own . Way, Perfect.