Activity And Sadness Are Incompatible.

The Nearest Approximation To An Understanding Of Life Is To Feel It--to Realize It To The Full--to Be A Profound And Inscrutable Mystery.

The Loss Of A Beloved Connection Awakens An Interest In Heaven Before Unfelt.

The Method Of The Critic Is To Balance Praises With Censure, And Thus To Do Justice To The Subject And--his Own Discrimination.

The Trouble With Men Of Sense Is That They Are So Dreadfully In Earnest All The While.

Discretion Is The Salt, And Fancy The Sugar Of Life; The One Preserves, The Other Sweetens It.