Let There Be Worse Cotton And Better

Do Not Be Too Timid And Squeamish About Your Actions.

Play Out The Game, Act Well Your Part, And If The Gods Have Blundered, We Will Not.

The Rain Has Spoiled The Farmer's Day; Shall Sorrow Put My Books Away? Thereby Are Two Days Lost.

The Education Of The Will Is The Object Of Our Existence.

Beauty Is The Moment Of Transition, As If The Form Were Just Ready To Flow Into Other Forms.