The Journey Is Better Than The Inn".

I Am Almost Frightened Out Of My Seven Senses.

A Father May Have A Child Who Is Ugly And Lacking In All The Graces, And The Love He Feels For Him Puts A Blindfold Over His Eyes So That He Does Not See His Defects But Considers Them Signs Of Charm And Intelligence And Recounts Them To His Friends As If They Were Clever And Witty.

The Pen Is The Language Of The Soul; As The Concepts That In It Are Generated, Such Will Be Its Writings.

There Are Many Hours And Minutes Between Now And Tomorrowand In Any One Of Them-even In A Minute,the House Falls

The Wise Hand Does Not All The Tongue Dictates.