To The Receptive Soul The River Of

The Dull Mind, Once Arriving At An Inference That Flatters The Desire, Is Rarely Able To Retain The Impression That The Notion From Which The Inference Started Was Purely Problematic.

The Stars Are Golden Fruit Upon A Tree All Out Of Reach.

The First Condition Of Human Goodness Is Something To Love; The Second, Something To Reverence.

To My Thinking, It Is More Pitiable To Bore Than To Be Bored.

Oh, Child, Men's Men: Gentle Or Simple, They're Much Of A Muchness.