Hope Is The Mother Of Faith.

We Talk On Principal, But Act On Motivation.

It Appears To Be Among The Laws Of Nature, That The Mighty Of Intellect Should Be Pursued And Carped By The Little, As The Solitary Flight Of One Great Bird Is Followed By The Twittering Petulance Of Many Smaller.

The Damps Of Autumn Sink Into The Leaves And Prepare Them For The Necessity Of Their Fall; And Thus Insensibly Are We, As Years Close Around Us, Detached From Our Tenacity Of Life By The Gentle Pressure Of Recorded Sorrow.

The Flame Of Anger, Bright And Brief, Sharpens The Barb Of Love.

Old Trees In Their Living State Are The Only Things That Money Cannot Command.