I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day

The Talent Of Success Is Nothing More Than Doing What You Can Do, Well.

Where Should The Scholar Live? In Solitude, Or In Society? In The Green Stillness Of The Country, Where He Can Hear The Heart Of Nature Beat, Or In The Dark, Gray Town Where He Can Hear And Feel The Throbbing Heart Of Man?

The True Poet Is A Friendly Man. He Takes To His Arms Even Cold And Inanimate Things, And Rejoices In His Heart.

It Is A Beautiful Trait In The Lover's Character, That They Think No Evil Of The Object Loved.

He Looks The Whole World In The Face For He Owes Not Any Man.