Our Moods Do Not Believe In Each

When He Is Pushed, Tormented, Defeated, He Has A Chance To Learn Something; ... He Learns His Ignorance, Is Cured Of The Insanity Of Conceit; Has Got Moderation And Real Skill.

There Are Eyes, To Be Sure, That Give No More Admission Into The Man Than Blueberries.

First Be A Good Animal.

Why Has My Motley Diary No Jokes? Because It Is A Soliloquy And Every Man Is Grave Alone.

Great Men Exist That There Might Be Greater Men.