The Thoughts Of Youth Are Long, Long

An Enlightened Mind Is Not Hoodwinked; It Is Not Shut Up In A Gloomy Prison Till It Thinks The Walls Of Its Dungeon The Limits Of The Universe, And The Reach Of Its Own Chain The Outer Verge Of Intelligence.

Time Is The Life Of The Soul.

Many Readers Judge Of The Power Of A Book By The Shock It Gives Their Feelings.

Labor With What Zeal We Will, Something Still Remains Undone, Something Uncompleted Still Waits The Rising Of The Sun.

No Man Is So Poor As To Have Nothing Worth Giving.