The Hero Is Suffered To Be Himself.

Every Word Was Once A Poem.

Thought Is The Seed Of Action; But Action Is As Much Its Second Form As Thought Is Its First. It Rises In Thought, To The End That It May Be Uttered And Acted. Always In Proportion To The Depth Of Its Sense Does It Knock Importunately At The Gates Of The Soul, To Be Spoken, To Be Done.

Frankness Invites Frankness.

There Are Only Ten Minutes In The Life Of A Pear When It Is Perfect To Eat.

Society Always Consists In The Greatest Part, Of Young And Foolish Persons.