Heaven Trims Our Lamps While We Sleep.

My Favorite Books Have A Personality And Complexion As Distinctly Drawn As If The Author's Portrait Were Framed Into The Paragraphs And Smiled Upon Me As I Read His Illustrated Pages.

We Climb To Heaven Most Often On The Ruins Of Our Cherished Plans, Finding Our Failures Were Successes.

Modesty Is Bred Of Self-reverence. Fine Manners Are The Mantle Of Fair Minds.

Observation More Than Books And Experience More Than Persons, Are The Prime Educators.

The More One Endeavors To Sound The Depths Of His Ignorance The Deeper The Chasm Appears.