The Youth Of A Nation Are The

There Is No Education Like Adversity.

Fame And Power Are The Objects Of All Men. Even Their Partial Fruition Is Gained By Very Few; And That, Too, At The Expense Of Social Pleasure, Health, Conscience, Life.

The Magic Of First Love Is Our Ignorance That It Can Ever End.

I Think That An Author Who Speaks About His Own Books Is Almost As Bad As A Mother Who Talks About Her Own Children.

The Fruit Of My Tree Of Knowledge Is Plucked, And It Is This: “adventures Are To The Adventurous.”