It Is Certain That The Greatest Poets,

There Is A Legend That When God Was Equipping Man For His Long Life Journey Of Exploration, The Attendant Good Angel Was About To Add The Gift Of Contentment And Complete Satisfaction. The Creator Stayed His Hand And Said, 'no, If You Bestow That Upon Him You Will Rob Him Forever Of All Joy Of Self-discovery.'

All Men Who Have Achieved Great Things Have Been Great Dreamers.

Life Is Not Mean, It Is Grand; If It Is Mean To Any, He Or She Makes It So. God Made It Glorious. It Is Paved With Diamonds; Its Banks He Fringed With Flowers. He Overarched It With Stars. Around It He Spread The Glory Of The Physical Universe-suns, Moon, Worlds, Constellations, Systems-all That Is Magnificent In Motion, Sublime In Magnitude, And Grand In Order And Obedience. God Would Not Have Attended Life With This Broad March Of Grandeur If It Did Not Mean Something.

Mirth Is God's Medicine; Everybody Ought To Bathe In It. Grim Care, Moroseness, Anxiety-all The Rust Of Life- Ought To Be Scoured Off By The Oil Of Mirth.

Many A Man Has Finally Succeeded Only Because He Has Failed After Repeated Efforts. If He Had Never Met Defeat He Would Never Have Known Any Great Victory.