In All Sincere Speech There Is Power,

We Must Never Assume That Which Is Incapable Of Proof.

The Air Is Crowded With Birds -- Beautiful, Tender, Intelligent Birds -- To Whom Life Is A Song.

The Prosperity Of A Book Lies In The Minds Of Readers. Public Knowledge And Public Taste Fluctuate; And There Come Times When Works Which Were Once Capable Of Instructing And Delighting Thousands Lose Their Power, And Works, Before Neglected, Emerge Into Renown.

Love Is Blind; Couch Not His Eyes.

Many A Genius Has Been Slow Of Growth. Oaks That Flourish For A Thousand Years Do Not Spring Up Into Beauty Like A Reed.