The Great Difference Between Voyages Rests Not

Events That Are Predestined Require But Little Management. They Manage Themselves. They Slip Into Place While We Sleep, And Suddenly We Are Aware That The Thing We Fear To Attempt, Is Already Accomplished.

Forethought Spares Afterthought.

This World Is Run With Far Too Tight A Rein For Luck To Interfere. Fortune Sells Her Wares; She Never Gives Them. In Some Form Or Other, We Pay For Her Favors; Or We Go Empty Away.

Mediocrity Is Always In A Rush; But Whatever Is Worth Doing At All Is Worth Doing With Consideration. For Genius Is Nothing More Nor Less Than Doing Well What Anyone Can Do Badly.

All Changes Are More Or Less Tinged With Melancholy, For What We Are Leaving Behind Is Part Of Ourselves.