Dead He Is Not, But Departed, For

Fear Is The Virtue Of Slaves; But The Heart That Loveth Is Willing.

The Picture That Approaches Sculpture Nearest Is The Best Picture.

The Student Has His Rome, His Florence, His Whole Glowing Italy, Within The Four Walls Of His Library. He Has In His Books The Ruins Of An Antique World And The Glories Of A Modern One.

All Was Silent As Before - All Silent Save The Dripping Rain.

Joy, Temperance, And Repose, Slam The Door On The Doctor's Nose.