He Had Slipped, Climbed, Rolled, Searched, Walked,

We Are Not Loved By Our Friends For What We Are; Rather, We Are Loved In Spite Of What We Are.

There Is A Sacred Horror About Everything Grand. It Is Easy To Admire Mediocrity And Hills; But Whatever Is Too Lofty, A Genius As Well As A Mountain, An Assembly As Well As A Masterpiece, Seen Too Near, Is Appalling.

The Learned Man Knows That He Is Ignorant.

Not Being Heard Is No Reason For Silence.

Houses Are Like The Human Beings That Inhabit Them.