Hope Is A Delusion; No Hand Can

I Advance In Life, I Grow More Simple, And I Become More And More Patriotic For Humanity.

We Teachers Make The Road, Others Will Make The Journey.

Dear God! How Beauty Varies In Nature And Art.

The Mountains, The Forest, And The Sea, Render Men Savage; They Develop The Fierce, But Yet Do Not Destroy The Human.

The Beautiful Has But One Type, The Ugly Has A Thousand.