Short As Life Is, We Make It

Do Not Let It Be Your Aim To Be Something, But To Be Someone.

The Thirst For The Infinite Proves Infinity.

Puns Are The Droppings Of Soaring Wits.

Is There Not In Every Human Soul A Primitive Spark, A Divine Element, Incorruptible In This World And Immortal In The Next, Which Can Be Developed By Goodness, Kindled, Lit Up, And Made To Radiate, And Which Evil Can Never Entirely Extinguish.

She Was Sad With An Obscure Sadness Of Which She Had Not The Secret Herself. There Was In Her Whole Person The Stupor Of A Life Ended But Never Commenced.