Beauty Is The Child Of Love.

Thinking In Its Lower Grades, Is Comparable To Paper Money, And In Its Higher Forms It Is A Kind Of Poetry.

To Make A Mountain Out Of A Mole-hill.

One Can Know Nothing Of Giving Aught That Is Worthy To Give Unless One Also Knows How To Take.

Those Persons Who Are Burning To Display Heroism May Rest Assured That The Course Of Social Evolution Will Offer Them Every Opportunity.

What We Call Progress Is The Exchange Of One Nuisance For Another Nuisance.