The Pine Stays Green In Winter... Wisdom

They Who Are All Things To Their Neighbors Cease To Be Anything To Themselves.

If You Want To See What Children Can Do, You Must Stop Giving Them Things.

There Is In Us A Lyric Germ Or Nucleus Which Deserves Respect; It Bids A Man To Ponder Or Create; And In This Dim Corner Of Himself He Can Take Refuge And Find Consolations Which The Society Of His Fellow Creatures Does Not Provide.

The Present Age, For All Its Cosmopolitan Hustle, Is Curiously Suburban In Spirit.

There Is A Kinship, A Kind Of Freemasonry, Between All Persons Of Intelligence, However Antagonistic Their Moral Outlook.