To The Old, The New Is Usually

Our Quarrel With The World Is An Echo Of The Endless Quarrel Proceeding Within Us.

The Hardest Arithmetic To Master Is That Which Enables Us To Count Our Blessings.

The Weakness Of A Soul Is Proportionate To The Number Of Truths That Must Be Kept From It.

Perhaps Our Originality Manifests Itself Most Strikingly In What We Do With That Which We Did Not Originate. To Discover Something Wholly New Can Be A Matter Of Chance, Of Idle Tinkering, Or Even Of The Chronic Dissatisfaction Of The Untalented.

The Majority Prove Their Worth By Keeping Busy. A Busy Life Is The Nearest Thing To A Purposeful Life.