It Is Not The Insurrections Of Ignorance

He Gives Us The Very Quintessence Of Perception,-the Clearly Crystalized Precipitation Of All That Is Most Precious In The Ferment Of Impression After The Impertinent And Obtrusive Particulars Have Evaporated From The Memory.

Great Truths Are Portions Of The Soul Of Man; Great Souls Are Portions Of Eternity.

The One Thing Finished In This Hasty World.

The Pine Is The Mother Of Legends.

What A Man Pays For Bread And Butter Is Worth Its Market Value, And No More. What He Pays For Love's Sake Is Gold Indeed, Which Has A Lure For Angels' Eyes, And Rings Well Upon God's Touchstone.