Moonlight Is Sculpture.

The Inward Pleasure Of Imparting Pleasure - That Is The Choicest Of All.

What Other Dungeon Is So Dark As One's Own Heart! What Jailer So Inexorable As One's Self!

A Man's Bewilderment Is The Measure Of His Wisdom.

He Whose Genius Appears Deepest And Truest Excels His Fellows In Nothing Save The Knack Of Expression; He Throws Out Occasionally A Lucky Hint At Truths Of Which Every Human Soul Is Profoundly Though Unutterably Conscious.

Amid The Seeming Confusion Of Our Mysterious World , Individuals Are So Nicely Adjusted To A System, And Systems To One Another And To A Whole, That, By Stepping Aside For A Moment, A Man Exposes Himself To A Fearful Risk Of Losing His Place Forever. (wakefield)