The great artist is a slave to his ideals.

In politics, merit is rewarded by the possessor being raised, like a target, to a position to be fired at.

It is with a company as it is with a punch, everything depends upon the ingredients of which it in composed.

Tears are nature's lotion for the eyes. The eyes see better for being washed by them.

We make way for the man who boldly pushes past us.

The small courtesies sweeten life; the greater ennoble it.

The beauty seen is partly in him who sees it.