O God, Let Me Write Books! Please,

... The Life Of The Mind Is Reality, And Love Without Romantic Illumination Is A Spiritless Matter.

Surely One Of The Peculiar Habits Of Circumstances Is The Way They Follow, In Their Eternal Recurrence, A Single Course. If An Event Happens Once In A Life, It May Be Depended Upon To Repeat Later Its General Design.

He Felt With The Force Of A Revelation That To Throw Up The Clods Of Earth Manfully Is As Beneficent As To Revolutionize The World. It Was Not The Matter Of The Work, But The Mind That Went Into It, That Counted - And The Man Who Was Not Content To Do Small Things Well Would Leave Great Things Undone.

Too Much Principle Is Often More Harmful Than Too Little.

The Suitable Is The Last Thing We Ever Want.