May Is A Pious Fraud Of The

To Have Greatly Dreamed Precludes Low Ends.

Creativity Is Not The Finding Of A Thing, But The Making Something Out Of It After It Is Found.

Love Lives On, And Hath A Power To Bless When They Who Loved Are Hidden In The Grave.

Winds Wanders, And Dews Drip Earthward; Rains Fall, Suns Rise And Set; Earth Whirls, And All But To Prosper A Poor Little Violet.

The Story Of Any One Man's Real Experience Finds Its Startling Parallel In That Of Every One Of Us.