Nothing Tells More About The Character Of

Do The Duty Which Lies Nearest To Thee.

Each Has His Own Happiness In His Hands, As The Artist Handles The Rude Clay He Seeks To Reshape It Into A Figure; Yet It Is The Same With This Art As With All Others: Only The Capacity For It Is Innate; The Art Itself Must Be Learned And Painstakingly Practiced.

Ignorant Men Raise Questions That Wise Men Answered A Thousand Years Ago.

With Knowledge Grows Doubt.

I Hate All Explanations; They Who Make Them Deceive Either Themselves Or The Other Party,-generally Both.