Success In Life, In Anything, Depends Upon

The Ideal Is In Thyself, The Impediments Too Is In Thyself.

The Deadliest Sin Were The Consciousness Of No Sin

Why Tell Me That A Man Is A Fine Speaker, If It Is Not The Truth That He Is Speaking?

History Is A Great Dust Heap.

In Books Lies The Soul Of The Whole Past Time; The Articulate Audible Voice Of The Past, When The Body And Material Substance Of It Has Altogether Vanished Like A Dream.