Man Cannot Be Uplifted; He Must Be

A Fierce Unrest Seethes At The Core, Of All Existing Things:, It Was The Eager Wish To Soar, That Gave The Gods Their Wings.

That Stern And Rockbound Coast Felt Like An Amateur When It Saw How Grim The Puritans That Landed On It Were.

If You Want To Get Rich From Writing, Write The Sort Of Thing That's Read By Persons Who Move Their Lips When They're Reading To Themselves.

Every Cloud Has Its Silver Lining But It Is Sometimes A Little Difficult To Get It To The Mint.

Nearly Every Night Before I Go To Bed I Ask Myself, "have I Vibrated In Tune With The Infinite Today, Or Have I Failed?