Secrets Are Things We Give To Others

Success - To Rise From The Illusion Of Pursuit To The Disillusion Of Possession.

Literature Is The Noblest Of All The Arts. Music Dies On The Air, Or At Best Exists Only As A Memory; Oratory Ceases With The Effort; The Painter's Colors Fade And The Canvas Rots; The Marble Is Dragged From Its Pedestal And Is Broken Into Fragments.

The Product Of The Head, Heart And Hand Is A Thing To Be Loved.

In God's Great Vaudeville, Mother Is The Headliner.

One Thing Is Sure, There Are Just Two Respectable Ways To Die. One Is Of Old Age, And The Other Is By Accident.