Our Ideals Are Our Better Selves.

Of Gifts, There Seems None More Becoming To Offer A Friend Than A Beautiful Book.

One's Outlook Is A Part Of His Virtue.

Nature Is Thought Immersed In Matter. . .

In The Ardor Of His Enthusiasm, A Youth Set Forth In Quest Of A Man Of Whom He Might Take Counsel As To His Future, But After Long Search And Many Disappointments, He Came Near Relinquishing The Pursuit As Hopeless, When Suddenly It Occurred To Him That One Must First Be A Man To Find A Man, And Profiting By This Suggestion, He Set Himself To The Work Of Becoming Himself The Man He Had Been Seeking So Long And Fruitlessly.

Genius--the Free And Harmonious Play Of All The Faculties Of A Human Being.