God Loveth The Clean.

Virtue Is Like Precious Odours,-most Fragrant When They Are Incensed Or Crushed.

The Root Of All Superstition Is That Men Observe When A Thing Hits, But Not When It Misses.

Books Will Speak Plain When Counselors Blanch.

We Rise To Great Heights By A Winding Staircase Of Small Steps.

Begin Doing What You Want To Do Now. We Are Not Living In Eternity. We Have Only This Moment, Sparkling Like A Star In Our Hand - And Melting Like A Snowflake.