Blessed Are Those Who Have No Talent!

In The First Place, All Books That Get Fairly Into The Vital Air Of The World Were Written By The Successful Class, By The Affirming And Advancing Class, Who Utter What Tens Of Thousands Feel Though They Cannot Say.

All My Hurts My Garden Spade Can Heal.

To Speak Truly, Few Adult Persons Can See Nature. Most Persons Do Not See The Sun. At Least They Have A Very Superficial Seeing. The Sun Illuminates Only The Eye Of The Man, But Shines Into The Eye And Heart Of The Child.

Discontent Is Want Of Self-reliance; It Is Infirmity Of Will.

The Poor Are Only They Who Feel Poor.