Youth Is Everywhere In Place.

The Hand That Rounded Peter's Dome, And Groined The Aisles Of Christian Rome, Wrought In A Sad Sincerity; Himself From God He Could Not Free; He Builded Better Than He Knew: The Conscious Stone To Beauty Grew.

He That Writes To Himself Writes To An Eternal Public.

It Is A Tie Between Men To Have Read The Same Book.

The Man (or Woman) Who Can Make Hard Things Easy Is The Educator.

The True Artist Has The Planet For His Pedestal; The Adventurer, After Years Of Strife, Has Nothing Broader Than His Shoes.