The Fatal Trait Of The Times Is

Be Yourself; No Base Imitator Of Another, But Your Best Self.

A Home Kept To The End Of Display Is Impossible To All But A Few Women, And Their Success Is Dearly Bought.

The Men Who Carry Their Points Do Not Need To Inquire Of Their Constituents What They Should Say, But Are Themselves The Country Which They Represent: Nowhere Are Its Emotions Or Opinions So Instant And So True As In Them; Nowhere So Pure From A Selfish Infusion.

You Cannot See The Mountain Near.

Men Over Forty Are No Judges Of A Book Written In A New Spirit.