He Who Cannot Draw On Three Thousand

The Older I Get The More I Trust In The Law According To Which The Rose And The Lily Bloom.

Truth Is A Torch, But A Terrific One; Therefore We All Try To Reach It With Closed Eyes, Lest We Should Be Scorched.

The Little Man Is Still A Man.

Thus I Reel From Desire To Fulfillment And In Fulfillment Languish For Desire.

Few Men Have Imagination Enough For Reality.