You Don't Remember Days, You

The Only Joy In The World Is To Begin.

A Dream Is A Creation Of The Intelligence, The Creator Being Present But Not Knowing How It Will End.

I Was Happy Enough; I Knew That During The Night The Whole City Might Go Up In Flames And All Its People Be Killed, But The Ravines, Houses, And Footpaths Would Wake In The Morning Calm And Unchanged.

Will Power Is Only The Tensile Strength Of One's Own Disposition. One Cannot Increase It By A Single Ounce.

Work Alone Isn't Enough For Me And Mine; We Know How To Break Our Backs, But The Great Dream Of My Fathers Was To Be Good At Doing Nothing.