The Land Belongs To The Future.

One May Have Staunch Friends In One's Own Family, But One Seldom Has Admirers.

She Had Only To Stand In The Orchard, To Put Her Hand On A Little Crab Tree And Look Up At The Apples, To Make You Feel The Goodness Of Planting And Tending And Harvesting At Last.

Success Is Less Interesting Than Struggle. There Is Great Pleasure In The Effort.

What Was Any Art But A Mould In Which To Imprison For A Moment The Shining Elusive Element Which Is Life Itself - Life Hurrying Past Us And Running Away, Too Strong To Stop, Too Sweet To Lose.

In This World People Have To Pay An Extortionate Price For Any Exceptional Gift Whatever.