A Home Without Books Is A Body

Though Silence Is Not Necessarily An Admission, It Is Not A Denial, Either.

Nature Has Circumscribed The Field Of Life Within Small Dimensions, But Has Left The Field Of Glory Unmeasured.

All The Arts, Which Have A Tendency To Raise Man In The Scale Of Being, Have A Certain Common Band Of Union, And Are Connected, If I May Be Allowed To Say So, By Blood-relationship With One Another.

Unraveling The Web Of Penelope.

Enmity Is Anger Watching The Opportunity For Revenge.