What A Difference It Makes To Come

Truth Is The Nursing Mother Of Genius.

All Great Expression, Which On A Superficial Survey Seems So Easy As Well As So Simple, Furnishes After A While, To The Faithful Observer, Its Own Standard By Which To Appreciate It.

Only The Dreamer Shall Understand Realities, Though In Truth His Dreaming Must Be Not Out Of Proportion To His Waking.

Every Fact Is Impure, But Every Fact Contains In It The Juices Of Life. Every Fact Is A Clod, From Which May Grow An Amaranth Or A Palm.

There Is No Wholly Masculine Man, No Purely Feminine Woman.