I Have Enjoyed Earthly Happiness, I Have

The Future Comes Slowly, The Present Flies And The Past Stands Still Forever.

A Pity About The People! They Are Brave Enough Comrades, But They Have Heads Like A Soapboiler's.

Regarded In Isolation, An Idea May Be Quite Insignificant, And Venturesome In The Extreme, But It May Acquire Importance From An Idea Which Follows It; Perhaps, In A Certain Collocation With Other Ideas, Which May Seem Equally Absurd, It May Be Capable Of Furnishing A Very Serviceable Link.

Great Souls Suffer In Silence.

In The Case Of A Creative Mind, It Seems To Me, The Intellect Has Withdrawn Its Watchers From The Gates, And The Ideas Rush In Pell-mell And Only Then Does It Review And Inspect The Multitudes.