A Sermon Is No Sermon In Which

Great Men Stand Like Solitary Towers In The City Of God.

I Venerate Old Age; And I Love Not The Man Who Can Look Without Emotion Upon The Sunset Of Life, When The Dusk Of Evening Begins To Gather Over The Watery Eye, And The Shadows Of Twilight Grow Broader And Deeper Upon The Understanding.

Life Hath Quicksands, Life Hath Snares!

The Happy Should Not Insist Too Much Upon Their Happiness In The Presence Of The Unhappy.

There Are Favorable Hours For Reading A Book, As For Writing It.