Think Of The Ills From Which You

We Should Always Keep A Corner Of Our Heads Open And Free, That We May Make Room For The Opinions Of Our Friends. Let Us Have Heart And Head Hospitality.

The Paper Is Patient, But The Reader Is Not.

Order Is To Arrangement What The Soul Is To The Body, And What Mind Is To Matter.

Words Become Luminous When The Poet's Finger Has Passed Over Them Its Phosphorescence.

Religion Must Be Loved As A Kind Of Country And Nursing-mother. It Was Religion That Nourished Our Virtues, That Showed Us Heaven, That Taught Us To Walk In The Path Of Duty.