My culture-deprived aspirational mother dragged me once a month from our northern suburb - where the word art never came up - to the Art Institute of Chicago. I hated it.
As I live and am a man this is an unexaggerated tale - my dreams become the substances of my life.
Common sense in an uncommon degree is what the world calls wisdom.
He who begins by loving Christianity more than Truth will proceed by loving...
Alas! they had been friends in youth but whispering tongues can poison truth.
Dreams are the touchstones of our characters.
Dare to live the life you have dreamed for yourself. Go forward and make...
When you go in search of honey, you must expect to be stung by bees.
