Inspiration Must Find Answering Inspiration.

Of Gifts, There Seems None More Becoming To Offer A Friend Than A Beautiful Book.

Like Birds Of Passage, The Instincts Drift The Soul Adventurously Beyond The Horizon Of Sensible Things, As If Intent On Convoying It To The Mother Country From Whence It Had Flown.

No One Is Promiscuous In His Way Of Dying. A Man Who Has Decided To Hang Himself Will Never Jump In Front Of A Train.

The Books That Charmed Us In Youth Recall The Delight Ever Afterwards; We Are Hardly Persuaded There Are Any Like Them, Any Deserving Our Equal Affections.

Sloth Is The Tempter That Beguiles And Expels From Paradise.