We Always Hope, And In All Things

What Is The True Test Of Character Unless It Be Its Progressive Development In The Bustle And Turmoil, In The Action And Reaction Of Daily Life.

In Every Artist There Is A Touch Of Audacity Without Which No Talent Is Conceivable.

The Soul Of Man Is Like To Water; From Heaven It Cometh, To Heaven It Riseth And Then Returning To Earth, Forever Alternating.

I Had Rather Be Mercury, The Smallest Among Seven [planets], Revolving Round The Sun, Than The First Among Five [moons] Revolving Round Saturn.

We Are Never Further From What We Wish Than When We Believe That We Have What We Wished For.