There Are No Grotesques In Nature; Not

There Is No Royal Road Or Ready Way To Virtue.

But The Iniquity Of Oblivion Blindly Scattereth Her Poppy, And Deals With The Memory Of Men Without Distinction To Merit Of Perpetuity.

Gardens Were Before Gardeners, And But Some Hours After The Earth.

Be Able To Be Alone. Lose Not The Advantage Of Solitude.

By Compassion We Make Others' Misery Our Own, And So, By Relieving Them, We Relieve Ourselves Also.