Who Strives Always To The Utmost, Him

Art Is Long, Life Short, Judgment Difficult, Opportunity Transient. To Act Is Easy, To Think Is Hard; To Act According To Our Thought Is Troublesome. Every Beginning Is Cheerful: The Threshold Is The Place Of Expectation.

The Brilliant Passes, Like The Dew At Morn; The True Endures, For Ages Yet Unborn.

On Every Mountain Height Is Rest.

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

Since I Have Heard Often Enough That Everyone In The End Has His Own Religion, Nothing Seemed More Natural To Me Than To Fashion My Own.