Self-complacen Cy Is Fatal To Progress.

Out Of The Chill And The Shadow, Into The Thrill And The Shine. Out Of The Dearth And The Famine, Into The Fulness Divine.

Never Yet Was A Springtime, When The Buds Forgot To Bloom.

Theres Nothing Half So Pleasant As Coming Home Again.

My Own Opinion Is That Youthfulness Of Feeling Is Retained, As Is Youthfulness Of Appearance, By Constant Use Of The Intellect.

Creative Genius Is A Divinely Bestowed Gift Which Is The Coronation Of The Few.