The World Loves A Spice Of Wickedness.

It Takes Less Time To Do A Thing Right, Than It Does To Explain Why You Did It Wrong.

With Many Readers, Brilliancy Of Style Passes For Affluence Of Thought; They Mistake Buttercups In The Grass For Immeasurable Gold Mines Under Ground.

All Things Are Symbols.

Time, Like A Preacher In The Days Of The Puritans, Turned The Hour-glass On His High Pulpit, The Church Belfry.

From Labor There Shall Come Forth Rest.