Think Not Because No Man Sees, Such

Enthusiasm Begets Enthusiasm.

Day, Like A Weary Pilgrim, Had Reached The Western Gate Of Heaven, And Evening Stooped Down To Unloose The Latchets Of His Sandal Shoon.

It Is True, That It Is Not At All Necessary To Love Many Books, In Order To Love Them Much.

Every Man Must Patiently Bide His Time. He Must Wait -- Not In Listless Idleness But In Constant, Steady, Cheerful Endeavors, Always Willing And Fulfilling And Accomplishing His Task, That When The Occasion Comes He May Be Equal To The Occasion.

If I Am Not Worth The Wooing, I Surely Am Not Worth The Winning!