For Nothing Burns With Such Amazing Speed,

Language Is The Blood Of The Soul Into Which Thoughts Run And Out Of Which They Grow.

We Are All Tattooed In Our Cradles With The Beliefs Of Our Tribe; The Record May Seem Superficial, But It Is Indelible. You Cannot Educate A Man Wholly Out Of The Superstitious Fears Which Were Early Implanted In His Imagination; No Matter How Utterly His Reason May Reject Them...

To Be Seventy Years Young Is Sometimes Far More Cheerful And Hopeful Than To Be Forty Years Old.

Beware How You Take Away Hope From Any Human Being.

Without Wearing Any Mask We Are Conscious Of, We Have A Special Face For Each Friend.