Cleanse The Fountain If You Would Purify

Love Is The Key To Felicity, Nor Is There A Heaven To Any Who Love Not. We Enter Paradise Through Its Gates Only.

Of Books In Our Time The Variety Is So Voluminous, And They Follow So Fast From The Press, That One Must Be A Swift Reader To Acquaint Himself Even With Their Titles, And Wise To Discern What Are Worth Reading.

Truth Is Sensitive And Jealous Of The Least Encroachment Upon Its Sacredness.

A Work Of Real Merit Finds Favor At Last.

Anger Is The Resentment Of The Animal, And Gentle Blood Alone Makes The Gentleman.