Truth Is A Hard Master, And Costly

What Are Wits For Unless A Man Uses Them?

Beauty Is A Perilous Gift.

Truth, Like The Burgeoning Of A Bulb Under The Soil, However Deeply Sown, Will Make Its Way To The Light.

I Go To Prague Every Year If I Can, Value My Relationships There Like Gold, And Feel Myself In A Sense Czech, With All Their Hopes And Needs. They Are A People I Not Only Love, But Admire.

The Mountains Of Today Are The Molehills Of Tomorrow.