Fretting At Trouble Only Doubles It.

The Smoke Of Glory Is Not Worth The Smoke Of A Pipe.

... Love Is Too Delicate A Flower To Rise Again When One Has Trampled It Under Foot.

Genius, Whether Locked Up In A Cell Or Roaming At Large, Is Always Solitary.

Anything We Destroy In Ourselves We Destroy In Others. Our Falls Lower Others And Throw Them Down; We Owe It To Our Fellows To Keep Upright, In Order That They Too May Keep Their Feet.

Talent, Will And Genius Are Natural Phenomena Like The Lake, The Volcano, The Mountain, The Wind, The Star, The Cloud.