It Is Only An Error Of Judgment

Love's Sweetest Meanings Are Unspoken; The Full Heart Knows No Rhetoric Of Words.

Tis But A Short Journey Across The Isthmus Of Now.

Books Are Embalmed Minds.

Resentments, Carried Too Far, Expose Us To A Fate Analogous To That Of The Fish-hawk, When He Strikes His Talons Too Deep Into A Fish Beyond His Capacity To Lift, And Is Carried Under And Drowned By It.

Men Were Created For Something Better Than Merely To Make Money. A Close Application To Business, Until A Competence Is Gained, Is One Of The Chief Virtues; But To Continue In Trade Long After This Result Is Obtained, Is One Of The Signs, Not To Be Mistaken, Of A Sordid And Ignoble Nature.