The True Ideal Is Not Opposed To

A Weed Is No More Than A Flower In Disguise, Which Is Seen Through At Once, If Love Give A Man Eyes.

Nature Fits All Her Children With Something To Do, He Who Would Write And Can't Write, Can Surely Review.

God Is The Only Being Who Has Time Enough; But A Prudent Man, Who Knows How To Seize Occasion, Can Commonly Make A Shift To Find As Much As He Needs.

Who Gives Himself With His Alms Feeds Three, Himself, His Hungering Neighbor And Me.

In All Literary History There Is No Such Figure As Dante, No Such Homogeneousness Of Life And Works, Such Loyalty To Ideas, Such Sublime Irrecognition Of The Unessential.