A Mother Is The Truest Friend We

Sometimes He Spent Hours Together In The Great Libraries Of Paris, Those Catacombs Of Departed Authors, Rummaging Among Their Hoards Of Dusty And Obsolete Works In Quest Of Food For His Unhealthy Appetite. He Was, In A Manner, A Literary Ghoul, Feeding In The Charnel-house Of Decayed Literature.

There Is A Remembrance Of The Dead To Which We Turn Even From The Charms Of The Living.

One Of The Greatest And Simplest Tools For Learning More And Growing Is Doing More.

It's A Fair Wind That Blew Men To Ale.

Rising Genius Always Shoots Forth Its Rays From Among Clouds And Vapours, But These Will Gradually Roll Away And Disappear, As It Ascends To Its Steady And Meridian Lustre.