Excess Of Joy Is Harder To Bear

Gratitude Is A Fool's Word; We Find It In The Dictionary, But It Is Not In The Heart Of Man.

No Navigator Has Yet Traced Lines Of Latitude And Longitude On The Conjugal Sea.

Mud, Raised By Hurricanes, Wells Up In The Noblest And Purest Of Hearts.

Your Modest Savant Smiles As He Says To His Admirers: What Have I Done? Nothing. Man Does Not Invent A Force, He Directs It.

It Is The Mark Of A Great Man That He Puts To Flight All Ordinary Calculations. He Is At Once Sublime And Touching, Childlike And Of The Race Of Giants.