The More We Do, The More We

Give Me The Clear Blue Sky Over My Head, And The Green Turf Beneath My Feet, A Winding Road Before Me, And A Three Hours' March To Dinner - And Then To Thinking! ... I Begin To Feel, Think, And Be Myself Again. Instead Of An Awkward Silence, Broken By Attempts At Wit Or Dull Common-places, Mine Is That Undisturbed Silence Of The Heart Which Alone Is Perfect Eloquence.

The Incentive To Ambition Is The Love Of Power.

I Am Then Never Less Alone Than When Alone

He Who Draws Upon His Own Resources Easily Comes To An End Of His Wealth.

We Are Never So Much Disposed To Quarrel With Others As When We Are Dissatisfied With Ourselves.