When Books Are Opened, We Discover That

All My Dogs Have Been Scamps And Thieves And Troublemakers And I've Adored Them All.

We Relish News Of Our Heroes, Forgetting That We Are Extraordinary To Somebody Too.

We May Be Living In The Twentieth Century, In Resplendent Sophistication. But Deep Down, Most Of Us Find Ourselves Still In The Stone Age Of Superstition.

The Faster We Travel, The Less There Is To See.

Everybody Starts At The Top, And Then Has The Problem Of Staying There. Lasting Accomplishment, However, Is Still Achieved Through A Long, Slow Climb And Self-discipline.