We Owe To The Middle

Our Minds Have Unbelievable Power Over Our Bodies.

Few Are They Who Have Never Had A Chance To Achieve Happiness- And Fewer Those Who Have Taken That Chance.

Style Is The Outcome Of Constraint.

Old Age Diminishes Our Strength; It Takes Away Our Pleasures One After The Other; It Withers The Soul As Well As The Body; It Renders Adventure And Friendship Difficult; And Finally It Is Shadowed By Thoughts Of Death.

A Great Biography Should, Like The Close Of A Great Drama, Leave Behind It A Feeling Of Serenity. We Collect Into A Small Bunch The Flowers, The Few Flowers, Which Brought Sweetness Into A Life, And Present It As An Offering To An Accomplished Destiny. It Is The Dying Refrain Of A Completed Song, The Final Verse Of A Finished Poem.