Happiness Is A Kind Of Gratitude And

The Flowers Never Waste Their Sweetness On The Desert Air Or, For That Matter, On The Jungle Air. In Fact, They Waste It Only When Nobody Except A Human Being Is There To Smell It. It Is For The Bugs And A Few Birds, Not For Men, That They Dye Their Petals Or Waft Their Scents.

What A Man Knows Is Everywhere At War With What He Wants.

In Our Hearts Those Of Us Who Know Anything Worth Knowing Know That In March A New Year Begins, And If We Plan Any New Leaves, It Will Be When The Rest Of Nature Is Planning Them Too.

To Be Individually Righteous Is The First Of All Duties, Come What May To Ones Self, To One's Country, To Society, And To Civilization Itself.

To Have Passed Through Life And Never Experienced Solitude Is To Have Never Known Oneself. To Have Never Known Oneself Is To Have Never Known Anyone.