To Believe In Luck ... Is Skepticism.

All My Best Thoughts Were Stolen By The Ancients.

The Wheels And Springs Of Man Are All Set To The Hypothesis Of The Permanence Of Nature. We Are Not Built Like A Ship To Be Tossed, But Like A House To Stand.

What We Call Results Are Beginnings.

The Maker Of A Sentence Launches Out Into The Infinite.

Each Moment Of The Year Has Its Own Beauty.