We Are All Swimmers In

We Measure Success By Accumulation. The Measure Is False. The True Measure Is Appreciation. He Who Loves Most Has Most.

Heaven Is Blest With Perfect Rest, But The Blessing Of Earth Is Toil.

To Desire And Strive To Be Of Some Service To The World, To Aim At Doing Something Which Shall Really Increase The Happiness And Welfare And Virtue Of Mankind - This Is A Choice Which Is Possible For All Of Us; And Surely It Is A Good Haven To Sail For.

Love Is Not About Getting - But Giving.

Who Can Explain The Secret Pathos Of Nature's Loveliness? It Is A Touch Of Melancholy Inherited From Our Mother Eve. It Is An Unconscious Memory Of The Lost Paradise. It Is The Sense That Even If We Should Find Another Eden, We Would Not Be Fit To Enjoy It Perfectly Nor Stay In It Forever.