The secret anniversaries of the heart. >>
I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For >>
I feel a kind of reverence for the first books of young authors. There >>
Patience and shuffle the cards. >>
Of all the things that tax a man's patience, there's nothing to compar >>
Perfection is attained by slow degrees; she requires the hand of time. >>
Every man must patiently bide his time. He must wait -- not in listless idleness but in constant, steady, cheerful endeavors, always willing and fulfilling and accomplishing his task, that when the occasion comes he may be equal to the occasion.