All Ages Of Belief Have Been Great;

A Little Praise Goes A Great Ways.

Instead Of Feeling A Poverty When We Encounter A Great Man, Let Us Treat The New Comer Like A Travelling Geologist, Who Passes Through Our Estate, And Shows Us Good Slate, Or Limestone, Or Anthracite, In Our Brush Pasture.

The Modernness Of All Good Books Seems To Give Men An Existence As Wide As Man.

If We Walk In The Woods, We Must Feed Mosquitoes.

The Surest Poison Is Time.