All The Great Ages Have

Death Comes To All, But Great Achievements Build A Monument Which Shall Endure Until The Sun Grows Cold.

A Man Must Be Clothed With Society, Or We Shall Feel A Certain Bareness And Poverty, As Of A Displaced And Unfurnished Member. He Is To Be Dressed In Arts And Institutions, As Well As In Body Garments. Now And Then A Man Exquisitely Made Can Live Alone, And Must; But Coop Up Most Men And You Undo Them.

The World Is All Gates, All Opportunities, Strings Of Tension Waiting To Be Struck.

Life Is A Search After Power; And This Is An Element With Which The World Is So Saturated,-there Is No Chink Or Crevice In Which It Is Not Lodged,-that No Honest Seeking Goes Unrewarded.

The Great Will Not Condescend To Take Anything Seriously.