Painting is silent poetry.

It is certainly desirable to be well descended$$$ but the glory belongs to our ancestors.

What we achieve inwardly will change outer reality.

Love is a madness produced by an unsatisfiable rational desire to understand the ultimate truth about the world.

He who wishes to serve his country must have not only the power to think$$$ but the will to act.

We are like people looking for something they have in their hands all the time; we're looking in all directions except at the thing we want$$$ which is probably why we haven't found it.

But Above all things truth beareth away the victory.

True glory consists in doing what deserves to be written$$$ in writing what deserves to be read$$$ and in so living as to make the world happier and better for our living in it.

There were some so afraid of death that they prayed for death.

An object in possession seldom retains the same charm that it had in pursuit.