A Good Style Fits Like A Good

All Unrest Is But The Struggle Of The Soul To Reassure Herself Of Her Inborn Immortality.

Heaven Trims Our Lamps While We Sleep.

Nature Is The Armory Of Genius. Cities Serve It Poorly, Books And Colleges At Second Hand; The Eye Craves The Spectacle Of The Horizon; Of Mountain, Ocean, River And Plain, The Clouds And Stars; Actual Contact With The Elements, Sympathy With The Seasons As They Rise And Roll.

A Chaste Generation Would Restore Paradise.

Right Is The Royal Ruler Alone; And He Who Rules With Least Restraint Comes Nearest To Empire.