Words Are The Motes Of Thought, And

We Love And Live In Power; It Is The Spirit's End. Mind Must Subdue; To Conquer Is Its Life.

The Worst Way To Improve The World Is To Condemn It.

Could We But Think With The Intensity We Love With, We Might Do Great Things.

It Is No Great Misfortune To Oblige Ungrateful People, But An Unsupportable One To Be Forced To Be Under An Obligation To A Scoundrel.

Blessings Star Forth Forever; But A Curse Is Like A Cloud, It Passes.