Genius: The Superhuman In Man.

A Mother's Arms Are Made Of Tenderness And Children Sleep Soundly In Them.

Whenever A Man's Friends Begin To Compliment Him About Looking Young, He May Be Sure That They Think He Is Growing Old.

I Love All Men Who Think, Even Those Who Think Otherwise Than Myself.

One Of The Hardest Labours Of The Just Man Is To Expunge From His Soul A Malevolence Which It Is Difficult To Efface.

I'd Rather Be Hissed At For A Good Verse, Than Applauded For A Bad One.