My Books Are Friends That Never Fail

In Private Life I Never Knew Anyone Interfere With Other People's Disputes But He Heartily Repented Of It.

Stern Accuracy In Inquiring, Bold Imagination In Describing, These Are The Cogs On Which History Soars Or Flutters And Wobbles.

The Archenemy Is The Arch Stupid!

Oh, Give Us The Man Who Sings At His Work.

A Pygmy Standing On The Outward Crust Of This Small Planet, His Far-reaching Spirit Stretches Outward To The Infinite, And There Alone Finds Rest.