New Occasions Teach New Duties, Time Makes

We Look At Death Through The Cheap-glazed Windows Of The Flesh, And Believe Him The Monster Which The Flawed And Cracked Glass Represents Him.

My Soul Is Not A Palace Of The Past.

For Only By Unlearning Wisdom Comes.

It Is Curious How Tyrannical The Habit Of Reading Is, And What Shifts We Make To Escape Thinking. There Is No Bore We Dread Being Left Alone With So Much As Our Own Minds.

All The Beautiful Sentiments In The World Weigh Less Than A Single Lovely Action.