After A Day Of Rain The Sun

Youth Is The Period Of Harsh Judgments, And A Man Seldom Learns Until He Reaches Thirty That Human Nature Is Made Up Not Of Simples, But Of Compounds.

He Who Demands Little Gets It.

The Share Of The Sympathetic Publisher In The Author's Success - The True Success So Different From The Ephemeral - Is Apt To Be Overlooked In These Blatant Days, So It Is Just As Well That Some Of Us Should Keep It In Mind.

There Is A Terrible Loneliness In The Spring.

I Never Saw The Man Yet That Came Out Of Politics As Clean As He Went Into 'em.