The Horse Is The Only Animal Into

If I Had My Life To Live Over Again, I Would Ask That Not A Thing Be Changed, But That My Eyes Be Opened Wider.

The Reward Of Great Men Is That, Long After They Have Died, One Is Not Quite Sure That They Are Dead

I Am Afraid I Shall Not Find Him, But I Shall Still Look For Him, For If He Exists, He May Be Appreciative Of My Efforts.

It Is When We Are Faced With Death That We Turn Most Bookish.

Dreaming Is To Think By Moonlight By The Light Of An Inner Moon.