Research Is Not Seeing What Others Do

We Must Be Lovers, And At Once The Impossible Becomes Possible.

Our People Are Slow To Learn The Wisdom Of Sending Character Instead Of Talent To Congress. Again And Again They Have Sent A Man Of Great Acuteness, A Fine Scholar, A Fine Forensic Orator, And Some Master Of The Brawls Has Crunched Him Up In His Hands Like A Bit Of Paper.

Do What We Can, Summer Will Have Its Flies.

Love Is Like A Hunter, Who Cares Not For The Game When Once Caught, Which He May Have Pursued With The Most Intense And Breathless Eagerness. Love Is Strongest In Pursuit; Friendship In Possession.

Pain, Indolence, Sterility, Endless Ennui Have Also Their Lesson For You, If You Are Great.