Our Virtues And View Spring From One

To The Person With A Firm Purpose All Men And Things Are Servants.

Few Men Have Imagination Enough For Reality.

Our Destiny Often Looks Like A Fruit-tree In Winter. Who Would Think From Its Pitiable Aspect That Those Rigid Boughs, Those Rough Twigs Could Next Spring Again Be Green, Bloom, And Even Bear Fruit? Yet We Hope It, We Know It.

To The Man Of Thought Almost Nothing Is Really Ridiculous.

I Have So Much In Me, And The Feeling For Her Absorbs It All; I Have So Much, And Without Her It All Comes To Nothing.