Fear Always Springs From Ignorance.

Friendship, Like The Immortality Of The Soul, Is Too Good To Be Believed.

Nature Is Reckless Of The Individual. When She Has Points To Carry, She Carries Them.

The Fox Has Many Tricks. The Hedgehog Has But One. But That Is The Best Of All.

One More Royal Trait Properly Belongs To The Poet. I Mean His Cheerfulness, Without Which No Man Can Be A Poet,--for Beauty Is His Aim. He Loves Virtue, Not For Its Obligation, But For Its Grace; He Delights In The World, In Man, In Woman, For The Lovely Light That Sparkles From Them. Beauty, The Spirit Of Joy And Hilarity, He Sheds Over The Universe.

Though We Travel The World Over To Find The Beautiful, We Must Carry It With Us Or We Find It Not.