His Modesty Amounts To Deformity.

The Spirit Is An Inward Flame; A Lamp The World Blows Upon But Never Puts Out.

She Spends Her Day Powdering Her Face Till She Looks Like A Bled Pig.

Haunted From My Early Youth By The Transitoriness And Pathos Of Life, I Was Aware That It Is Not Enough To Say "i Am Doing No Harm," I Ought To Be Testing Myself Daily, And Asking Myself What I Am Really Achieving.

The Almighty Is A Wonderful Handicapper: He Will Not Give Us Everything.

You Can Do Something With Talent, But Nothing With Genius.