Self-knowledge Is The First Step To Maturity.

Now They Were As Strangers; Nay Worse Than Strangers, For They Could Never Become Acquainted.

We Are Each Of An Unsocial, Taciturn Disposition, Unwilling To Speak, Unless We Expect To Say Something That Will Amaze The Whole Room, And Be Handed Down To Posterity With All The Eclat Of A Proverb.

Mary Wished To Say Something Very Sensible, But Knew Not How.

When I Look Out On Such A Night As This, I Feel As If There Could Be Neither Wickedness Nor Sorrow In The World; And There Certainly Would Be Less Of Both If The Sublimity Of Nature Were More Attended To, And People Were Carried More Out Of Themselves By Contemplating Such A Scene.

The More I See Of The World, The More Am I Dissatisfied With It.