If You Tax Too High, The Revenue

Life Has A Way Of Demanding That You Live It.

The Torments Of Martyrdom Are Probably Most Keenly Felt By The Bystanders.

We Are Never Without A Pilot. When We Know Not How To Steer, And Dare Not Hoist A Sail, We Can Drift. The Current Knows The Way, Though We Do Not. The Ship Of Heaven Guides Itself, And Will Not Accept A Wooden Rudder.

Literature Is Eavesdropping.

In A Library We Are Surrounded By Many Hundreds Of Dear Friends, But They Are Imprisoned By An Enchanter In These Paper And Leathern Boxes.