Excellence Is The New Forever.

Immitation Is Suicide.

Cannot We Let [children] Be Themselves, And Enjoy Life In Their Own Way? You Are Trying To Make Another You. One's Enough.

As We Grow Old, The Beauty Steals Inward.

There Was Never A Child So Lovely But His Mother Was Glad To Get Him To Sleep.

The Preamble Of Thought, The Transition Through Which It Passes From The Unconscious To The Conscious, Is Action. Only So Much Do I Know, As I Have Lived. Instantly We Know Whose Words Are Loaded With Life, And Whose Not.