Memory Marks The Horizon Of Our Consciousness,

Pleasure, That Immortal Essence, The Beauteous Bead Sparkling In The Cup, Effervesces Soon And Subsides.

Civilization Degrades Many In Order To Exalt The Few.

In The Ardor Of His Enthusiasm, A Youth Set Forth In Quest Of A Man Of Whom He Might Take Counsel As To His Future, But After Long Search And Many Disappointments, He Came Near Relinquishing The Pursuit As Hopeless, When Suddenly It Occurred To Him That One Must First Be A Man To Find A Man, And Profiting By This Suggestion, He Set Himself To The Work Of Becoming Himself The Man He Had Been Seeking So Long And Fruitlessly.

Many Are Those Who Can Argue; Few Are Those Who Can Converse

Our Bravest And Best Lessons Are Not Learned Through Success, But Through Misadventure.