Delicious Autumn! My Very Soul Is Wedded

It Is Not True That A Man's Intellectual Power Is, Like The Strength Of A Timber Beam, To Be Measured By Its Weakest Point.

No Soul Is Desolate As Long As There Is A Human Being For Whom It Can Feel Trust And Reverence.

The First Sense Of Mutual Love Excludes Other Feelings; It Will Have The Soul All To Itself.

Steady Work Turns Genius To A Loom.

But, Bless Us, Things May Be Lovable That Are Not Altogether Handsome, I Hope?