There Is So Much Goodness In Real

You Can Cram A Truth Into An Epigram - The Truth, Never.

To Find A Friend One Must Close One Eye. To Keep Him...two.

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 Families Of Our Friends Are Always A Disappointment.

The Longer One Lives, The More One Realizes That Nothing Is A Dish For Every Day.