A King There Was Once Reigning, Who

The Written Word Has This Advantage, That It Lasts And Can Await The Time When It Is Allowed To Take Effect.

The World Is For Thousands A Freak Show; The Images Flicker Past And Vanish; The Impressions Remain Flat And Unconnected In The Soul. Thus They Are Easily Led By The Opinions Of Others, Are Content To Let Their Impressions Be Shuffled And Rearranged And Evaluated Differently.

There Are Only Two Lasting Bequests We Can Hope To Give Our Children. One Of These Is Roots, The Other, Wings.

Writing Is Busy Idleness.

Collectors Are Happy People.