Not The Sun Or Summer Alone, But

Well, The World Has A Million Writers. One Would Think, Then, That Good Thought Would Be As Familiar As Air And Water, And The Gifts Of Each New Hour Would Exclude The Last. Yet We Can Count All Our Good Books; Nay, I Remember Any Beautiful Verse For Twenty Years.

Great Believers Are Always Reckoned Infidels, Impracticable, Fantastic, Atheistic, And Really Men Of No Account. The Spiritualist Finds Himself Driven To Express His Faith By A Series Of Skepticisms.

Manners Make The Fortune Of The Ambitious Youth.

The Great Man Is Not Convulsible Or Tormentable; Events Pass Over Him Without Much Impression.

It Is Said That The World Is In A State Of Bankruptcy, That The World Owes The World More Than The World Can Pay.