I Am Almost Equal To A Shadow.

What Is It That You Love In Others?--my Hopes.

The Apprentice And The Master Love The Master In Different Ways.

He Who Attains His Ideal, Precisely Thereby Surpasses It.

A Letter Is An Unannounced Visit, The Postman The Agent Of Rude Surprises. One Ought To Reserve An Hour A Week For Receiving Letters And Afterwards Take A Bath.

All Great Men Are Play Actors Of Their Own Ideal.