It Is The Weak Man Who Urges

Jealousy Seems The Absolute Reversal Of Love. It Is The Swinging From The Sunny Warmth Of The Equator To The Frigid Cold Of The North Pole.

There Is A Wild, Splendid, Intoxicating Joy That Follows Work Well Done.

What Others Say Of Me Matters Little; What I Myself Say And Do Matters Much.

Man Is Not What He Thinks He Is, But What He Thinks, He Is.

If Men Will Not Act For Themselves, What Will They Do When The Benefit Of Their Effort Is For All?