A Lady With A Lamp Shall Stand

From Dust Thou Art To Dust Returneth, Was Not Spoken Of The Soul.

Read From Some Humbler Poet, Whose Songs Gushed From His Heart, As Showers From The Clouds Of Summer, Or Tears From The Eyelids Start.

A Thought Often Makes Us Hotter Than A Fire.

A Single Conversation Across The Table With A Wise Man Is Better Than Ten Years Mere Study Of Books.

O Thou Sculptor, Painter, Poet! Take This Lesson To Thy Heart: That Is Best Which Lieth Nearest; Shape From That Thy Work Of Art.