Stagnation Is Something Worse Than Death. It

Vanity Is So Constantly Solicitous Of Self, That Even Where Its Own Claims Are Not Interested, It Indirectly Seeks The Aliment Which It Loves, By Showing How Little Is Deserved By Others.

Our Possessions Are Wholly In Our Performances. He Owns Nothing To Whom The World Owes Nothing.

Vanity May Be Likened To The Smooth-skinned And Velvet-footed Mouse, Nibbling About Forever In Expectation Of A Crumb; While Self-esteem Is Too Apt To Take The Likeness Of The Huge Butcher's Dog, Who Carries Off Your Steaks, And Growls At You As Be Goes.

There Is No Doubt Such A Thing As Chance, But I See No Reason Why Providence Should Not Make Use Of It.

The Birth Of A Child Is The Imprisonment Of A Soul. The Soul Must Work Its Way Out Of Prison, And, In Doing So, Provide Itself With Wings For A Future Journey. It Is For Each Of Us To Determine Whether Our Wings Shall Be Those Of An Angel Or A Grub!