Nothing Can Bring You Happiness But Yourself

A Man In Pursuit Of Greatness Feels No Little Wants.

Every Ship Is A Romantic Object, Except That We Sail In.

The Times Are The Masquerade Of The Eternities; Trivial To The Dull, Tokens Of Noble And Majestic Agents To The Wise; The Receptacle In Which The Past Leaves Its History; The Quarry Out Of Which The Genius Of Today Is Building Up The Future.

The Meaning Of Good And Bad, Of Better And Worse, Is Simply Helping Or Hurting.

The Efforts Which We Make To Escape From Our Destiny Only Serve To Lead Us Into It.