Adhesion To One Idea Is Monomania; To

There Are Ceremonious Bows That Repel One Like A Cudgel.

The Trouble With Men Of Sense Is That They Are So Dreadfully In Earnest All The While.

Earth Took Her Shining Station As A Star, In Heaven's Dark Hall, High Up The Crowd Of Worlds.

To Cultivate A Garden Is. . . To Go Hand In Hand With Nature In Some Of Her Most Beautiful Processes.

If It Is A Distinction To Have Written A Good Book, It Is Also A Disgrace To Have Written A Bad One.