All Men Plume Themselves On The Improvement

Those Who Cannot Tell What They Desire Or Expect, Still Sigh And Struggle With Indefinite Thoughts And Vast Wishes.

Must We Always Talk For Victory, And Never Once For Truth, For Comfort, And Joy?

Society Is A Wave. The Wave Moves Onward, But The Water Of Which It Is Composed Does Not.

If I Have Lost Confidence In Myself, I Have The Universe Against Me.

If Thou Fill Thy Brain With Boston And New York, With Fashion And Covetousness, And Wilt Stimulate Thy Jaded Senses With Wine And French Coffee, Thou Shalt Find No Radiance Of Wisdom In The Lonely Waste Of The Pinewoods.