Nothing Is Pleasanter To Me Than Exploring

Moroseness Is The Evening Of Turbulence.

Ambition Does Not See The Earth She Treads On: The Rock And The Herbage Are Of One Substance To Her.

I Hate False Words, And Seek With Care, Difficulty, And Moroseness, Those That Fit The Thing.

An Ingenuous Mind Feels In Unmerited Praise The Bitterest Reproof. If You Reject It You Are Unhappy, If You Accept It You Are Undone.

What Is Companionship Where Nothing That Improves The Intellect Is Communicated, And Where The Larger Heart Contracts Itself To The Model And Dimension Of The Smaller?