One Life; A Little Gleam Of Time

For Every One Hundred Men Who Can Stand Adversity There Is Only One Who Can Withstand Prosperity.

A Man Perfects Himself By Working. Foul Jungles Are Cleared Away, Fair Seed-fields Rise Instead, And Stately Cities; And With The Man Himself First Ceases To Be A Jungle, And Foul Unwholesome Desert Thereby. The Man Is Now A Man.

All Evil Is Like A Nightmare; The Instant You Stir Under It, The Evil Is Gone.

Let Each Become All That He Was Created Capable Of Being.

The World Is A Republic Of Mediocrities, And Always Was.