Few Minds Wear Out; More Rust Out.

The Past Is The Sepulchre Of Our Dead Emotions.

What We Call Conscience In Many Instances, Is Only A Wholesome Fear Of The Law.

Words, Like Cannon Balls, Should Go Direct To Their Mark.

It Is Not The Number Of Facts He Knows, But How Much Of A Fact He Is Himself, That Proves The Man.

To Cultivate A Garden Is. . . To Go Hand In Hand With Nature In Some Of Her Most Beautiful Processes.