Many Make The Household But Only One

Each Day The World Is Born Anew For Him Who Takes It Rightly.

Silence Is Sorrow's Best Food.

I Love Her With A Love As Still As A Broad River's Peaceful Might, Which By High Tower And Lowly Mill, Goes Wandering At Its Own Will, And Yet Does Ever Flow Aright.

Sentiment Is Intellectualized Emotion; Emotion Precipitated, As It Were, In Pretty Crystals By The Fancy.

Solitude Is As Needful To The Imagination As Society Is Wholesome For The Character.