He Mastered Whatever Was Not Worth The

Who Gives Himself With His Alms Feeds Three, Himself, His Hungering Neighbor And Me.

Incredulity Robs Us Of Many Pleasures, And Gives Us Nothing In Return.

There Comes Emerson First, Whose Rich Words, Every One, Are Like Gold Nails In Temples To Hang Trophies On.

To Be Young Is Surely The Best, If The Most Precarious, Gift Of Life.

The Thing We Long For, That We Are For One Transcendent Moment.