Rightly It Is Said Of Utter, Utter

Grief Even In A Child Hates The Light And Shrinks From Human Eyes.

It Is An Impressive Truth That Sometimes In The Very Lowest Forms Of Duty, Less Than Which Would Rank A Man As A Villain, There Is, Nevertheless The Sublimest Ascent Of Self-sacrifice. To Do Less Would Class You As An Object Of Eternal Scorn, To Do So Much Presumes The Grandeur Of Heroism.

Solitude, Though It May Be Silent As Light, Is Like Light, The Mightiest Of Agencies; For Solitude Is Essential To Man. All Men Come Into This World Alone And Leave It Alone.

Mathematics Has Not A Foot To Stand Upon Which Is Not Purely Metaphysical.

The Laughter Of Girls Is, And Ever Was, Among The Delightful Sounds Of Earth.