In After-life You May Have Friends--fond, Dear

This Is The Highest Miracle Of Genius, That Things Which Are Not Should Be As Though They Were, That The Imaginations Of One Mind Should Become The Personal Recollections Of Another.

Books Are Becoming Everything To Me. If I Had At This Moment Any Choice In Life, I Would Bury Myself In One Of Those Immense Libraries...and Never Pass A Waking Hour Without A Book Before Me.

A Beggarly People, A Church And No Steeple.

So True It Is, That Nature Has Caprices Which Art Cannot Imitate.

He Was A Rake Among Scholars, And A Scholar Among Rakes.