The Nurse Of Full-grown Souls Is Solitude.

History Is Clarified Experience.

One Thorn Of Experience Is Worth A Whole Wilderness Of Warning.

It Is The Vain Endeavor To Make Ourselves What We Are Not That Has Strewn History With So Many Broken Purposes And Lives Left In The Rough.

The Don Quixote Of One Generation May Live To Hear Himself Called The Savior Of Society By The Next.

The Quiet Tenderness Of Chaucer, Where You Almost Seem To Hear The Hot Tears Falling, And The Simple Choking Words Sobbed Out.