It Is Very Sad For A Man

All Men Need Something To Poetize And Idealize Their Life A Little-something Which They Value For More Than Its Use, And Which Is A Symbol Of Their Emancipation From The Mere Materialism And Drudgery Of Daily Life.

The Miser, Poor Fool, Not Only Starves His Body, But Also His Own Soul.

I Ask No Risen Dust To Teach Me Immortality; I Am Conscious Of Eternal Life.

Such A Large Sweet Fruit Is A Complete Marriage, That It Needs A Very Long Summer To Ripen In And Then A Long Winter To Mellow And Season It.

No Virtue Fades Out Of Mankind. Not Over-hopeful By Inborn Temperament, Cautious By Long Experience, I Yet Never Despair Of Human Virtue.