Your Neighbor Is The Man Who Needs

Literature Is The Noblest Of All The Arts. Music Dies On The Air, Or At Best Exists Only As A Memory; Oratory Ceases With The Effort; The Painter's Colors Fade And The Canvas Rots; The Marble Is Dragged From Its Pedestal And Is Broken Into Fragments.

Time Is An Eternal Guest That Banquets On Our Ideals And Bodies.

The Cure For Grief Is Motion.

The Cheerful Loser Is The Winner.

I Believe The Universe Is Planned For Good.