After all, there is but one race—humanity.

Taking something from one man and making it worse is plagiarism.

The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee annd thou art enough.

Art, like the microscope, reveals many things that the naked eye does not see.

The lake lay like a mirror that some one had breathed upon, the brown islands showing through the mist faintly, with gray shadows falling into the water, blurred at the edges.

Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.

The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.

A man has to travel the world. It can help him find what he needs. But, when he returns home, he knows that he has found it.

The difficulty in life is the choice.

A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.