All Theory, My Friend, Is Grey, But

God Made Man Simple, But How He Changed And Got Complicated Is Hard To Say.

I Was Oppressed With The Sensations I Then Felt; I Sunk Under The Weight Of Them.

One Ought, Everyday, To Hear A Song, Read A Fine Poem, And, If Possible, To Speak A Few Reasonable Words.

There Is Not A Single Outward Mark Of Courtesy That Does Not Have A Deep Moral Basis.

There Are Only Two Lasting Bequests We Can Hope To Give Our Children. One Of These Is Roots, The Other, Wings.