Man Is An Emotional Animal,

The Ego Is Willing But The Machine Cannot Go On. It's The Last Thing A Man Will Admit, That His Mind Ages.

History Seldom Destroys That Which Does Not Deserve To Die; And The Burning Of The Tares Makes For The Next Sowing A Richer Soil.

We Are What We Repeatedly Do. Excellence, Then, Is Not An Act, But A Habit.

Which Is Now A More Hopeful Statement Than Swift Intended It To Be.

The Soul Of A Civilization Is Its Religion, And It Dies With Its Faith.