To have his path made clear for him is the aspiration of every human being in our beclouded and tempestuous existence.

The Westerly Wind asserting his sway from the south-west quarter is often like a monarch gone mad, driving forth with wild imprecations the most faithful of hi…

The East Wind, an interloper in the dominions of Westerly weather, is an impassive-faced tyrant with a sharp poniard held behind his back for a treacherous sta…

I call to mind a winter landscape in Amsterdam - a flat foreground of waste land, with here and there stacks of timber, like the huts of a camp of some very mi…

It is not possible to run a course aright when the goal itself has not been rightly placed.

Many people flounder about in life because they have no purpose. Before it is possible to achieve anything, an objective must be set.

Far away in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where the…