The Owl Goes Not Into The Nest

...though We Chisel Away As Best We Can At The Mysterious Block From Which Our Life Is Made, The Black Vein Of Destiny Continually Reappears.

He Did Not Study God; He Was Dazzled By Him.

He Had Slipped, Climbed, Rolled, Searched, Walked, Persevered, That Is All. Such Is The Secret Of All Triumphs.

Years Place At Last A Venerable Crown Upon A Head.

To Breathe Paris Is To Preserve One's Soul.