Reason Is The Historian, But Passions Are

Of Every Ten Persons Who Talk About You, Nine Will Say Something Bad, And The Tenth Will Say Something Good In A Bad Way.

It Is The Dim Haze Of Mystery That Adds Enchantment To Pursuit.

History Is Only Time Furnished With Dates And Rich With Events.

That Which Happens To The Soil When It Ceases To Be Cultivated By The Social Man Happens To Man Himself When He Foolishly Forsakes Society For Solitude; The Brambles Grow Up In His Desert Heart.

It Is Not He Who Searches For Praise Who Finds It.