And Future Deeds Crowded Round Us As

One Must Keep Repeating The Truth.

Our Destiny Often Looks Like A Fruit-tree In Winter. Who Would Think From Its Pitiable Aspect That Those Rigid Boughs, Those Rough Twigs Could Next Spring Again Be Green, Bloom, And Even Bear Fruit? Yet We Hope It, We Know It.

If You Want Someone To Develop A Specific Trait, Treat Them As Though They Already Had It.

A Man Who Cannot Command Himself Will Always Be A Slave.

It Is Not Doing The Thing We Like To Do, But Liking The Thing We Have To Do, That Makes Life Blessed.