As Is Our Confidence, So Is Our

Reflection Makes Men Cowards.

The Severest Critics Are Always Those Who Have Either Never Attempted, Or Who Have Failed In Original Composition.

The Imagination Is Of So Delicate A Texture That Even Words Wound It.

We Often Forget Our Dreams So Speedily: If We Cannot Catch Them As They Are Passing Out At The Door, We Never Set Eyes On Them Again.

Words Are The Only Things That Last For Ever.