Truth Is The Daughter Of Time, Not

That Which Above All Other Yields The Sweetest Smell In The Air Is The Violet.

Fortitude Is The Marshal Of Thought, The Armor Of The Will, And The Fort Of Reason.

I Don't Think People Are Born Artists; I Think It Comes From A Mixture Of Your Surroundings, The People You Meet, And Luck.

When A Man Laughs At His Troubles He Loses A Great Many Friends. They Never Forgive The Loss Of Their Prerogative.

It Is As Natural To Die As To Be Born; And To A Little Infant, Perhaps, The One Is As Painful As The Other.