Dishonesty Is A Forsaking Of Permanent For

We Make Way For The Man Who Boldly Pushes Past Us.

Pleasure And Pain Spring Not So Much From The Nature Of Things, As From Our Manner Of Considering Them. Pleasure, Especially, Is Never An Invariable Effect Of Particular Circumstances.

The Heart Contracts As The Pocket Expands.

To Death We Owe Our Life; The Passing Of One Generation Opens A Way For Another.

Excellence In Art Is Largely The Result Of Attention To Minutiae, And--prayer.