One Can Never Truly Savor Success Until

There Is No Den In The Wide World To Hide A Rogue. Commit A Crime, And The Earth Is Made Of Glass. Commit A Crime, And It Seems As If A Coat Of Snow Fell On The Ground, Such As Reveals In The Woods The Track Of Every Partridge And Fox And Squirrel And Mole.

Want Is A Growing Giant Whom The Coat Of Have Was Never Large Enough To Cover.

The Pest Of Society Is Egotists.

The Universe Does Not Jest With Us, But Is In Earnest.

As A Man Thinketh, So Is He, And As A Man Chooseth, So Is He.