When Books Are Opened, We Discover That

Everybody Starts At The Top, And Then Has The Problem Of Staying There. Lasting Accomplishment, However, Is Still Achieved Through A Long, Slow Climb And Self-discipline.

The Faster We Travel, The Less There Is To See.

Love Is Perhaps The Only Glimpse We Are Permitted Of Eternity.

People Who Refuse To Rest Honorably On Their Laurels When They Reach Retirement Age Seem Very Admirable To Me.

We May Be Living In The Twentieth Century, In Resplendent Sophistication. But Deep Down, Most Of Us Find Ourselves Still In The Stone Age Of Superstition.