Enthusiasm Begets Enthusiasm.

Silently, One By One, In The Infinite Meadows Of Heaven, Blossomed The Lovely Stars, The Forget-me-nots Of The Angels.

Each Morning Sees Some Task Begin, Each Evening Sees It Close.

Oh The Long And Dreary Winter! Oh The Cold And Cruel Winter!

Books Are Sepulchres Of Thought.

Big Words Do Not Smite Like War-clubs, Boastful Breath Is Not A Bow-string, Taunts Are Not So Sharp As Arrows, Deeds Are Better Things Than Words Are, Actions Mightier Than Boastings.