There Is One Mind Common To All

If A Man Can Write A Better Book, Preach A Better Sermon, Or Make A Better Mousetrap Than His Neighbor, Though He Build His House In The Woods, The World Will Make A Beaten Path To His Door.

Nature, Through All Her Kingdoms, Insures Herself.

There Is No Strong Performance Without A Little Fanaticism In The Performer.

Crossing A Bare Common, In Snow Puddles At Twilight, Under A Clouded Sky, Without Having In My Thoughts Any Occurrence Of Special Good Fortune, I Have Enjoyed Perfect Exhilaration. I Am Glad To The Brink Of Fear.

Congratulate Yourself If You Have Done Something Strange, Extravagant And Broken The Monotony.