Prosperity Knits A Man To The World.

What Does Not Satisfy When We Find It, Was Not The Thing We Were Desiring.

Those Who Tread 'adult' As A Term Of Approval Cannot Hope To Be Considered Adult Themselves. When I Became A Man I Put Away Childish Things, Along With The Desire To Be Very Grown Up.

For His Mind Was Full Of Forlorn Hopes, Death-or-glory Charges, And Last Stands.

No One Ever Told Me That Grief Felt So Like Fear.

One Of The Marks Of A Certain Type Of Bad Man Is That He Cannot Give Up A Thing Himself Without Wanting Everyone Else To Give It Up.