Never Yet Was A Springtime, When The

Love Turns All The Wheels Of Human Industry, Is The Motive Power Under The World's Machinery, Makes Worthwhile Every Enterprise On The Earth, Is Coequal With Life, Outlasts Death, And Reaches Onward Into Heaven.

... Love Is Heaven And Claims Its Own.

A Letter Is The Most Imperishable Thing On Earth.

My Own Opinion Is That Youthfulness Of Feeling Is Retained, As Is Youthfulness Of Appearance, By Constant Use Of The Intellect.

Books Have Been To Me What Gold Is To The Miser, What New Fields Are To The Explorer.