It Is So Hard That One Cannot

The Greatest Thing In This World Is Not So Much Where We Stand As In What Direction We Are Moving.

The Flowers Of Life Are But Visionary. How Many Pass Away And Leave No Trace Behind! How Few Yield Any Fruit,--and The Fruit Itself, How Rarely Does It Ripen! And Yet There Are Flowers Enough; And Is It Not Strange, My Friend, That We Should Suffer The Little That Does Really Ripen To Rot, Decay, And Perish Unenjoyed?

The Beautiful Is A Phenomenon Which Is Never Apparent Of Itself, But Is Reflected In A Thousand Different Works Of The Creator.

It Is In Self-limitation That A Master First Shows Himself.

Happy The Man Who Early Learns The Wide Chasm That Lies Between His Wishes And His Powers.