It Is The Nature Of Thought To

The Heart Contracts As The Pocket Expands.

It Is Ever The Invisible That Is The Object Of Our Profoundest Worship. With The Lover It Is Not The Seen But The Unseen That He Muses Upon.

Complaint Is. More Contemptible Than Pitiful.

Many An Honest Man Practices Upon Himself An Amount Of Deceit Sufficient, If Practised Upon Another, And In A Little Different Way, To Send Him To The State Prison.

There Are None So Low But They Have Their Triumphs. Small Successes Suffice For Small Souls.