Seeming To Do Is Not Doing.

To My Mind The Old Masters Are Not Art; Their Value Is In Their Scarcity.

There Seems To Be No Limit To Which Some Men Will Go To Avoid The Labor Of Thinking. Thinking Is Hard Work.

Tomorrow Is My Exam But I Don’t Care Because A Single Sheet Of Paper Can’t Decide My Future

If I Had Not Had So Much Ambition And Not Tried To Do So Many Things, I Probably Would Have Been Happier, But Less Useful.

I Start Where The Last Man Left Off.