Nine-tenths Of The Miseries And Vices Of

He Who Has Health, Has Hope; And He Who Has Hope, Has Everything.

Happy Season Of Virtuous Youth, When Shame Is Still An Impassable Barrier, And The Sacred Air-cities Of Hope Have Not Shrunk Into The Mean Clay Hamlets Of Reality; And Man, By His Nature, Is Yet Infinite And Free.

I Don't Pretend To Understand The Universe - It's A Great Deal Bigger Than I Am.

Thought Is The Parent Of The Deed.

Thirty Millions, Mostly Fools.