The Wonder Is That We Can See

In The Last Analysis, Love Is Only The Reflection Of A Man's Own Worthiness From Other Men.

The Youth, Intoxicated With His Admiration Of A Hero, Fails To See, That It Is Only A Projection Of His Own Soul, Which He Admires.

Society Always Consists In The Greatest Part, Of Young And Foolish Persons.

[t]omorrow Is A New Day. You Shall Begin It Well & Serenely, & With Too High A Spirit To Be Cumbered With Your Old Nonsense. This Day ... Is Too Dear With Its Hopes & Invitations To Waste A Moment On The Rotten Yesterdays.

Let Him Be Great, And Love Shall Follow Him.