My Heart Leaps At The Trumpet's Voice.

The Peacock In All His Pride Does Not Display Half The Colors That Appear In The Garments Of A British Lady When She Is Dressed.

The Schoolboy Counts The Time Till The Return Of The Holidays; The Minor Longs To Be Of Age; The Lover Is Impatient Till He Is Married.

It Must Be So, Plato, Thou Reason'st Well!

T Is The Divinity That Stirs Within Us.

Books Are The Legacies That A Great Genius Leaves To Mankind