Books Are Embalmed Minds.

In One Important Respect A Man Is Fortunate In Being Poor. His Responsibility To God Is So Much The Less

Hope Is The Best Part Of Our Riches.

The Use We Make Of Our Fortune Determines Its Sufficiency. A Little Is Enough If Used Wisely, And Too Much If Expended Foolishly.

Adhesion To One Idea Is Monomania; To Few, Slavery.

Panic Is A Sudden Desertion Of Us, And A Going Over To The Enemy Of Our Imagination.