One Spares Old People Just As One

If In The Infinite You Want To Stride, Just Walk In The Finite To Every Side.

Our Foibles Are Really What Make Us Lovable.

One Never Goes Further Than When They Do Not Know Where They Are Going.

Knowing Is Not Enough; We Must Apply. Willing Is Not Enough; We Must Do.

Beauty And Genius Must Be Kept Afar If One Would Avoid Becoming Their Slave.