I Cannot Remember The Books I've Read

The Cheapness Of Man Is Every Day's Tragedy.

I Cannot Find Language Of Sufficient Energy To Convey My Sense Of The Sacredness Of Private Integrity.

A Scholar Is A Candle Which The Love And Desire Of All Men Will Light.

The Hard Soil And Four Months Of Snow Make The Inhabitants Of The Northern Temperate Zone Wiser And Abler Than His Fellow Who Enjoys The Fixed Smile Of The Tropics.

The One Thing In The World, Of Value, Is The Active Soul