Death Is The Ugly Fact Which Nature

The World Is Not So Much In Need Of New Thoughts As That When Thought Grows Old And Worn With Usage It Should, Like Current Coin, Be Called In, And, From The Mint Of Genius, Reissued Fresh And New.

The Saddest Thing That Befalls A Soul Is When It Loses Faith In God And Woman.

Love Is But The Discovery Of Ourselves In Others, And The Delight In The Recognition.

Style, After All, Rather Than Thought, Is The Immortal Thing In Literature.

Death, Which We Are Accustomed To Consider An Evil, Really Acts For Us The Friendliest Part, And Takes Away The Commonplace Of Existence.