A Man Must Thank His Defects, And

Happiness Is A Perfume You Cannot Pour On Others Without Getting Some On Yourself.

Nothing Is At Last Sacred But The Integrity Of Your Own Mind. Absolve You To Yourself, And You Shall Have The Suffrage Of The World.

The Sea, Washing The Equator And The Poles, Offers Its Perilous Aid, And The Power And Empire That Follow It... ''beware Of Me,'' It Says, ''but If You Can Hold Me, I Am The Key To All The Lands.

Rings And Other Jewels Are Not Gifts, But Apologies For Gifts. The Only Gift Is A Portion Of Thyself.

The Wise Man, The True Friend, The Finished Character, We Seek Everywhere, And Only Find In Fragments.