Poetry And Art And Knowledge Are Sacred

That Farewell Kiss Which Resembles Greeting, That Last Glance Of Love Which Becomes The Sharpest Pang Of Sorrow.

Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover

The Best Travel Is That Which One Can Take By One's Own Fireside. In Memory Or Imagination.

For Character Too Is A Process And An Unfolding. . . Among Our Valued Friends Is There Not Someone Or Other Who Is A Little Too Self Confident And Disdainful. . . .

Our Words Have Wings, But Fly Not Where We Would.