There Is No Education Like Adversity.

If A Man Be Gloomy Let Him Keep To Himself. No One Has The Right To Go Croaking About Society, Or What Is Worse, Looking As If He Stifled Grief.

That Soul-subduing Sentiment, Harshly Called Flirtation, Which Is The Spell Of A Country House.

I Have Climbed To The Top Of The Greasy Pole!

Taste, When Once Obtained, May Be Said To Be No Acquiring Faculty, And Must Remain Stationary; But Knowledge Is Of Perpetual Growth And Has Infinite Demands. Taste, Like An Artificial Canal, Winds Through A Beautiful Country, But Its Borders Are Confined And Its Term Is Limited. Knowledge Navigates The Ocean, And Is Perpetually On Voyages Of Discovery.

Beauty Can Inspire Miracles.