Superstition Is The Poesy Of Practical Life;

To Tremble Before Anticipated Evils Is To Bemoan What Thou Hast Never Lost.

We Don't Get To Know Anything But What We Love.

To Know Of Someone Here And There Whom We Accord With, Who Is Living On With Us, Even In Silence - - This Makes Our Earthly Ball A Peopled Garden.

Who Is The Wisest Man? He Who Neither Knows Or Wishes For Anything Else Than What Happens.

He Who Moves Not Forward, Goes Backward.