No Book So Bad But Some Part

I Think It Is The Most Beautiful And Humane Thing In The World, So To Mingle Gravity With Pleasure That The One May Not Sink Into Melancholy, Nor The Other Rise Up Into Wantonness.

His Only Fault Is That He Has No Fault.

It Is This Earth That, Like A Kind Mother, Receives Us At Our Birth, And Sustains Us When Born; It Is This Alone, Of All The Elements Around Us, That Is Never Found An Enemy Of Man.

The Only Thing Man Knows Instinctively Is How To Weep.

There Is In Them A Softer Fire Than The Ruby, There Is The Brilliant Purple Of The Amethyst, And The Sea Green Of The Emerald - All Shining Together In Incredible Union. Some By Their Splendor Rival The Colors Of The Painters, Others The Flame Of Burning Sulphur Or Of Fire Quickened By Oil.