Every Novel Is A Debtor To Homer.

The Lover Never Sees Personal Resemblances In His Mistress To Her Kindred Or To Others. His Friends Find In Her A Likeness To Hermother, Or Her Sisters, Or To Persons Not Of Her Blood. The Lover Sees No Resemblance Except To Summer Evenings And Diamond Mornings, To Rainbows And The Song Of Birds.

Truth Is The Summit Of Being; Justice Is The Application Of It To Affairs.

The Maxim Of Courts Is That Manner Is Power.

There Is No Doctrine Of The Reason Which Will Bear To Be Taught By The Understanding.

Before A Leaf-bud Has Burst, Its Whole Life Acts; In The Full-blown Flower There Is No More; In The Leafless Root There Is No Less.