To Be Good We Must Needs Have

An Act Of Goodness Is Of Itself An Act Of Happiness. No Reward Coming After The Event Can Compare With The Sweet Reward That Went With It.

Nothing In The Whole World Is So Athirst For Beauty As The Soul, Nor Is There Anything To Which Beauty Clings So Readily.

Is Not Every Action Of Hamlet Induced By A Fanatical Impulse, Which Tells Him That Duty Consists In Revenge Alone? And Dose It Need Superhuman Efforts To Recognize That Revenge Never Can Be Duty? I Say Again That Hamlet Thinks Much, But That He Is By No Means Wise.

Every Year, In November, At The Season That Follows The Hour Of The Dead, The Crowning And Majestic Hours Of Autumn, I Go To Visit The Chrysanthemums ... They Are Indeed, The Most Universal, The Most Diverse Of Flowers.

How Strangely Do We Diminish A Thing As Soon As We Try To Express It In Words.