Success Is 10% Inspiration And 90% Perspiration.

It's A Lie, But Heaven Will Forgive You For It.

In Earlier Times They Had No Statistics And So They Had To Fall Back On Lies. Hence The Huge Exaggerations Of Primitive Literature, Giants, Miracles, Wonders! It's The Size That Counts. They Did It With Lies And We Do It With Statistics: But It's All The Same.

Charles Dickens' Creation Of Mr. Pickwick Did More For The Elevation Of The Human Race - I Say It In All Seriousness - Than Cardinal Newman's Lead Kindly Light Amid The Encircling Gloom. Newman Only Cried Out For Light In The Gloom Of A Sad World. Dickens Gave It.

A Lone Maple Leaf Resting On Sand Have You Ever Been Out For A Late Autumn Walk In The Closing Part Of The Afternoon, And Suddenly Looked Up To Realize That The Leaves Have Practically All Gone? And The Sun Has Set And The Day Gone Before You Knew It, And With That A Cold Wind Blows Across The Landscape? That's Retirement.

You Cannot Depict Love Inside A Frame Of Fact. It Needs A Mist To Dissolve In.