Man Is Not Made For Defeat.

What Is Moral Is What You Feel Good After.

I Never Liked To Hunt, You Know. There Was Always The Danger Of Having A Horse Fall On You.

The One Who Is Doing His Work And Getting Satisfaction From It Is Not The One The Poverty Bothers.

I Am Thee And Thou Art Me And All Of One Is The Other.

His Talent Was As Natural As The Pattern That Was Made By The Dust On A Butterfly's Wings. At One Time He Understood It No More Than The Butterfly Did And He Did Not Know When It Was Brushed Or Marred.