Our Senses Don't Deceive Us: Our Judgment

Tomorrow Sees Undone, What Happens Not To-day; Still Forward Press, Nor Never Tire! The Possible, With Steadfast Trust, Resolve Should Be By The Forelock Grasp. Then She Will Ne'er Let Go Her Clasp, And Labors On, Because She Must.

You Can Put Up With Everything In This World Except Not With A Long Stretch Of Beautiful Days.

I Do Not Know Myself, And God Forbid That I Should.

We Cannot And Must Not Get Rid Of Nor Deny Our Characteristics. But We Can Give Them Shape And Direction.

People Are Always Talking About Originality; But What Do They Mean? As Soon As We Are Born, The World Begins To Work Upon Us; And This Goes On To The End. And After All, What Can We Call Our Own, Except Energy, Strength, And Will? If I Could Give An Account Of All That I Owe To Great Predecessors And Contemporaries, There Would Be But A Small Balance In My Favor.