Venus, When Her Son Was Lost, Cried

Conformity Is The Ape Of Harmony.

Men Grind And Grind In The Mill Of A Truism, And Nothing Comes Out But What Was Put In. But The Moment They Desert The Tradition For A Spontaneous Thought, Then Poetry, Wit, Hope, Virtue, Learning, Anecdote, And All Flock To Their Aid.

There Are Men Who, By Their Sympathetic Attractions, Carry Nations With Them, And Lead The Activity Of The Human Race.

The Essence Of Friendship Is Entireness, A Total Magnanimity And Trust.

Want Is A Growing Giant Whom The Coat Of Have Was Never Large Enough To Cover.