To-day Is Always Different From Yesterday.

In My Garden, Care Stops At The Gate And Gazes At Me Wistfully Through The Bars.

God Has Thickly Strewn Infinity With Grandeur.

One Never Hugs One's Good Luck So Affectionately As When Listening To The Relation Of Some Horrible Misfortunes Which Has Overtaken Others.

The Globe Has Been Circumnavigated, But No Man Ever Yet Has; You May Survey A Kingdom And Note The Result In Maps, But All The Savants In The World Could Not Produce A Reliable Map Of The Poorest Human Personality.

If You Wish To Preserve Your Secret, Wrap It Up In Frankness.