I Find My Past In My Present,

Easy Come, Easy Go... "achieve-everything-while-doing-nothing" Schemes Don't Work, They Are Just Not Logical

Friendship Is A Plant That Loves The Sun, Thrives Ill Under Clouds.

The Richest Minds Need Not Large Libraries.

Enthusiasm Imparts Itself Magnetically And Fuses All Into One Happy And Harmonious Unity Of Feeling And Sentiment.

The Fable Runs That The Gods Mix Our Pains And Pleasure In One Cup, And Thus Mingle For Us The Adulterate Immortality Which We Alone Are Permitted Here To Enjoy. Voluptuous Raptures, Could We Prolong These At Pleasure, Would Dissipate And Dissolve Us. A Sip Is The Most That Mortals Are Permitted From Any Goblet Of Delight.