Ennui Shortens Life, And Bereaves The Day

It Is Never Too Late To Do Right.

I May Say It Of Our Preposterous Use Of Books,--he Knew Not What To Do, And So He Read.

The World Globes Itself In A Drop Of Dew.

The One Prudence In Life Is Concentration; The One Evil Is Dissipation: And It Makes No Difference Whether Our Dissipations Are Coarse Or Fine; Property And Its Cares, Friends And A Social Habit, Or Politics, Or Music, Or Feasting. Everything Is Good Which Takes Away One Plaything And Delusion More, And Drives Us Home To Add One Stroke Of Faithful Work.

I Do Not Wonder At A Snowflake, A Shell, A Summer Landscape, Or The Glory Of The Stars; But At The Necessity Of Beauty Under Which The Universe Lies.