Life Is Made Up Of A Series

It Is Enough That We Set Out To Mold The Motley Stuff Of Life Into Some Form Of Our Own Choosing; When We Do, The Performance Is Itself The Wage.

The Successful Competitor, Having Been Urged To Compete, Must Not Be Turned Upon When He Wins.

The Mid-day Sun Is Too Much For Most Eyes; One Is Dazzled Even With Its Reflection. Be Careful That Too Broad And High An Aim Does Not Paralyze Your Effort And Clog Your Springs Of Action.

Here I Am An Old Man In A Long Nightgown Making Muffled Noises At People Who May Be No Worse Than I Am.

I Had Rather Take My Chance That Some Traitors Will Escape Detection Than Spread Abroad A Spirit Of General Suspicion And Distrust, Which Accepts Rumor And Gossip In Place Of Undismayed And Unintimidated Inquiry.