Meek Young Men Grow Up In Libraries.

When We Have Arrived At The Question, The Answer Is Already Near.

What You Are Comes To You.

The Mass Of Men Worry Themselves Into Nameless Graves While Here And There A Great Unselfish Soul Forgets Himself Into Immortality.

He That Writes To Himself Writes To An Eternal Public. That Statement Only Is Fit To Be Made Public, Which You Have Come At In Attempting To Satisfy Your Own Curiosity.

A Great Man Is Always Willing To Be Little.