Admiration Bestowed Upon Any One But Ourselves

There Are No Little Events With The Heart. It Magnifies Everything; It Places In The Same Scales The Fall Of An Empire Of Fourteen Years And The Dropping Of A Woman's Glove, And Almost Always The Glove Weighs More Than The Empire.

God Reveals Himself, Unfailingly, To The Solitary, Thoughtful Seeker

Misfortune, No Less Than Happiness, Inspires Us To Dream.

To Have Fame Follow Us Is Well, But It Is Not A Desirable Avant-courier.

God Is The Poet; Men Are But The Actors. The Great Dramas Of Earth Were Written In Heaven.