There Is No Applause That So Flatters

The Loss Of Our Illusions Is The Only Loss From Which We Never Recover.

The Fire Of True Enthusiasm Is Like The Fires Of Baku, Which No Water Can Ever Quench, And Which Burn Steadily On From Night To Day, And Year To Year, Because Their Well-spring Is Eternal.

No Great Talker Ever Did Any Great Thing Yet, In This World.

There Is Nothing That You May Not Get People To Believe In If You Will Only Tell It Them Loud Enough And Often Enough, Till The Welkin Rings With It.

Who Has Passed By The Fates Of Disillusion Has Died Twice.