Tis Always Morning Somewhere.

It Is The Heart And Not The Brain, That To The Highest Doth Attain.

Fame Grows Like A Tree If It Have The Principle Of Growth In It; The Accumulated Dews Of Ages Freshen Its Leaves.

What Shall I Say To You? What Can I Say Better Than Silence Is?

Often Times We Call A Man [or Woman] Cold When He [or She] Is Only Sad.

If You Once Understand An Author's Character, The Comprehension Of His Writings Becomes Easy.