Space Is The Stature Of God.

The Evening Of Life Brings With It Its Lamps.

Speech Is But The Incorporation Of Thought.

There Are Single Thoughts That Contain The Essence Of A Whole Volume, Single Sentences That Have The Beauties Of A Large Work.

Fancy, An Animal Faculty, Is Very Different From Imagination, Which Is Intellectual. The Former Is Passive; But The Latter Is Active And Creative. Children, The Weak Minded, And The Timid Are Full Of Fancy. Men And Women Of Intellect, Of Great Intellect, Are Alone Possessed Of Great Imagination.

What Can One Possibly Introduce Into A Mind That Is Already Full, And Full Of Itself?