A Blush Is No Language; Only A

It's A Father's Duty To Give His Sons A Fine Chance.

If The Past Is Not To Bind Us, Where Can Duty Lie? We Should Have No Law But The Inclination Of The Moment.

There's No Disappointment In Memory, And One's Exaggerations Are Always On The Good Side.

There Is Hardly Any Contact More Depressing To A Young Ardent Creature Than That Of A Mind In Which Years Full Of Knowledge Seem To Have Issued In A Blank Absence Of Interest Or Sympathy.

You Must Love Your Work And Not Always Be Looking Over The Edge Of It Wanting Your Play To Begin.