Thought, True Labor Of Any Kind, Highest

All Work Of Man Is As The Swimmer's: A Vast Ocean Threatens To Devour Him; If He Front It Not Bravely, It Will Keep Its Word.

The Old Cathedrals Are Good, But The Great Blue Dome That Hangs Over Everything Is Better.

Generations Are As The Days Of Toilsome Mankind; Death And Birth Are The Vesper And The Matin Bells That Summon Mankind To Sleep And To Rise Refreshed For New Advancement. What The Father Has Made, The Son Can Make And Enjoy; But Has Also Work Of His Own Appointed Him. Thus All Things Wax And Roll Onwards: Arts, Establishments, Opinions, Nothing Is Ever Completed, But Ever Completing.

The Mathematics Of High Achievement

Nothing Builds Self-esteem And Self-confidence Like Accomplishment.