Heaven Trims Our Lamps While We Sleep.

Modesty, That Perennial Flower Planted Instinctively In The Human Breast, Blooms Therein Only As Continence Guards And Virtue Keeps.

The History Of Books Shows The Humblest Origin Of Some Of The Most Valued, Wrought As These Were Out Of Obscure Materials By Persons Whose Names Thereafter Became Illustrious. The Thumbed Volumes, Now So Precious To Thousands, Were Compiled From Personal Experiences And Owe Their Interest To Touches Of Inspiration Of Which The Writer Was Less Author Than Amanuensis, Himself The Voiced Word Of Life For All Times.

Pleasure, That Immortal Essence, The Beauteous Bead Sparkling In The Cup, Effervesces Soon And Subsides.

Many Can Argue - Not Many Converse.

Debate Is Masculine, Conversation Is Feminine.