A Polo Handicap Is A Persons Ticket

I Do Think Unpunctuality Is A Vile Habit, And All My Life I Have Tried To Break Myself Of It.

The Arts Are Essen­tial To Any Com­plete National Life. The State Owes It To Itself To Sus­tain And Encour­age Them. [...] Ill Fares The Race Which Fails To Salute The Arts With The Rev­er­ence And Delight Which Are Their Due.

And A Pamphlet Called Pick Me Up There Is No Genuine Hatred Against Herr Hitler.

Success Is Not Final, Failure Is Not Fatal: It Is The Courage To Continue That Counts.

I Now Began For The First Time To Envy Those Young Cubs At The University Who Had Fine Scholars To Tell Them What Was What; Professors Who Had Devoted Their Lives To Mastering And Focusing Ideas In Every Branch Of Learning; Who Were Eager To Distribute The Treasures They Had Gathered Before They Were Overtaken By The Night. But Now I Pity Undergraduates, When I See What Frivolous Lives Many Of Them Lead In The Midst Of Precious Fleeting Opportunity. After All, A Man's Life Must Be Nailed To A Cross Either Of Thought Or Action. Without Work There Is No Play.