After A Day Of Rain The Sun

There Is In Every Human Being, I Think, A Native Country Of The Mind, Where, Protected By Inaccessible Barriers, The Sensitive Dream Life May Exist Safely.

Experience Has Taught Me That The Only Cruelties People Condemn Are Those With Which They Do Not Happen To Be Familiar.

Life Is Never What One Dreams. It Is Seldom What One Desires, But For The Vital Spirit And The Eager Mind, The Future Will Always Hold The Search For Buried Treasure And The Possibility Of High Adventure.

No Matter How Vital Experience Might Be While You Lived It, No Sooner Was It Ended And Dead Than It Became As Lifeless As The Piles Of Dry Dust In A School History Book.

What Depresses Me Is The Inevitable Way The Second Rate Forges Ahead And The Deserving Is Left Behind.