A Brave Soul Is A Thing Which

Death, Which We Are Accustomed To Consider An Evil, Really Acts For Us The Friendliest Part, And Takes Away The Commonplace Of Existence.

A Man Does Not Plant A Tree For Himself; He Plants It For Posterity.

The Globe Has Been Circumnavigated, But No Man Ever Yet Has; You May Survey A Kingdom And Note The Result In Maps, But All The Savants In The World Could Not Produce A Reliable Map Of The Poorest Human Personality.

In My Garden, Care Stops At The Gate And Gazes At Me Wistfully Through The Bars.

A Single Soul Is Richer Than All The Worlds.