Power And Speed Be Hands And Feet.

Light Is The First Of Painters. There Is No Object So Foul That Intense Light Will Not Make It Beautiful.

If You Have A Nation Of Men Who Have Risen To That Height Of Moral Cultivation That They Will Not Declare War Or Carry Arms, For They Have Not So Much Madness Left In Their Brains, You Have A Nation Of Lovers, Of Benefactors, Of True, Great, And Able Men.

For He That Feeds Men Serveth Few; He Serves All Who Dares Be True.

New York Is A Sucked Orange.

A Strenuous Soul Hates Cheap Success.