States, As Great Engines, Move Slowly.

The Mold Of Our Fortunes Is In Our Own Hands.

One Of The Seven [wise Men Of Greece] Was Wont To Say: That Laws Were Like Cobwebs, Where The Small Flies Are Caught And The Great Break Through.

I Foresee It And Yet I Hardly Ever Carry It Out As I Foresee It. It Transforms Itself By The Actual Paint. I Don't In Fact Know Very Often What The Paint Will Do, And It Does Many Things Which Are Very Much Better Than I Could Make It Do.

Cleanness Of Body Was Ever Deemed To Proceed From A Due Reverence To God.

It Was Well Said That Envy Keeps No Holidays.