Writing Is Busy Idleness.

Superstition Is The Poesy Of Practical Life; Hence, A Poet Is None The Worse For Being Superstitious.

So Then The Year Is Repeating Its Old Story Again. We Are Come Once More, Thank God! To Its Most Charming Chapter. The Violets And The Mayflowers Are As Its Inscriptions Or Vignettes. It Always Makes A Pleasant Impression On Us, When We Open Again At These Pages Of The Book Of Life.

There Is Nothing So Terrible As Activity Without Insight.

A Man Doesn't Learn To Understand Anything Unless He Loves It.

We Can Redeem Anyone Who Strives Unceasingly.