Calmness Is Always Godlike.

Nature, Through All Her Kingdoms, Insures Herself.

We Can See Well Into The Past; We Can Guess Shrewdly Into The Future, But That Which Is Rolled Up And Muffled In Impenetrable Folds Is Today.

In The Right Hands, Literature Is Not Resorted To As A Consolation, And By The Broken And Decayed, But As A Decalogue.

Some Books Leave Us Free And Some Books Make Us Free.

There Is An Optical Illusion About Every Person We Meet.