The Man Who Acts Never Has Any

The Angles Even Draw Strength From Gazing On Its Glance, Though None Its Meaning Fathom May; The World's Unwither'd Countenance Is Bright As At Creation's Day.

It Is Natural To Man To Regard Himself As The Final Cause Of Creation.

I Wish The Stage Were As Narrow As The Wire Of A Tighrope Dancer So That No Incompetent Would Dare Step Upon It.

We Don't Get To Know People When They Come To Us; We Must Go To Them To Find Out What They Are Like.

While Man's Desires And Aspirations Stir He Cannot Choose But Err.