Mostly The Loss Teaches Us Only About

The Scenes Of Our Life Are Like Pictures Done In Rough Mosaic. Looked At Close, They Produce No Effect. There Is Nothing Beautiful To Be Found In Them, Unless You Stand Some Distance Off.

In Many Cases Hate A Person Is Rooted In The Involuntary Estimate Of Its Virtues.

That I Could Clamber To The Frozen Moon. And Draw The Ladder After Me.

Many Books Serve Merely To Show How Many Ways There Are Of Being Wrong, And How Far Astray You Yourself Would Go If You Followed Their Guidance. You Should Read Only When Your Own Thoughts Dry Up.

A Man Can Do What He Wants, But Not Want What He Wants.