No Man Can Be Wise On An

I Think What We Call The Dullness Of Things Is A Disease In Ourselves. Else How Could Anyone Find An Intense Interest In Life? And Many Do.

I Always Think The Flowers Can See Us, And Know What We Are Thinking About.

What Believer Sees A Disturbing Omission Or Infelicity? The Text, Whether Of Prophet Or Of Poet, Expands For Whatever We Can Put Into It, And Even His Bad Grammar Is Sublime.

Souls Have Complexions Too: What Will Suit One Will Not Suit Another

It Will Never Rain Roses: When We Want To Have More Roses We Must Plant More Trees.