He Prayeth Best, Who Loveth Best All

Come, Come Thou Bleak December Wind, And Blow The Dry Leaves From The Tree! Flash, Like A Love-thought, Thro'me, Death And Take A Life That Wearies Me.

We Should Manage Our Thoughts As Shepherds Do Their Flowers In Making A Garland: First, Select The Choicest, And Then Dispose Them In The Most Proper Places, That Every One May Reflect A Part Of Its Color And Brightness On The Next.

A Maxim Is A Conclusion Upon Observation Of Matters Of Fact, And Is Merely Speculative; A "principle" Carries Knowledge Within Itself, And Is Prospective.

Be That Blind Bard Who On The Chian Strand, By Those Deep Sounds Possessed With Inward Light, Beheld The Iliad And The Odyssey Rise To The Swelling Of The Voiceful Sea.

Every Reform, However Necessary, Will By Weak Minds Be Carried To An Excess, That Itself Will Need Reforming.