When I was a boy, I was a bit puzzled, and hardly knew weather it was myself or the world that was curious and worth looking into. Now I know that it is myself, and stick to that.

If he be Mr. Hyde" he had thought, "I shall be Mr. Seek.

I consider the success of my day based on the seeds I sow, not the harvest I reap.

Give us courage and gaiety and the quient mind . . .

Bright is the ring of words When the right man rings them, Fair the fall of songs When the singer sings them. Still they are carolled and said - On wings they are carried - After the singer is dead And the maker buried.

Live life to the fullest.

I travel not to go anywhere, but to go.