How Like They Are To Human Things!

More Hearts Are Breaking In This World Of Ours Than One Would Say. In Distant Villages And Solitudes Remote, Where Winds Have Wafted The Barbed Seeds Of Love, Or Birds Of Passage Scattered Them In Their Flight, Do They Take Root, And Grow In Silence, And In Silence Perish.

The Talent Of Success Is Nothing More Than Doing What You Can Do, Well.

It Is True, That It Is Not At All Necessary To Love Many Books, In Order To Love Them Much.

Time Has A Doomsday Book, Upon Whose Pages He Is Continually Recording Illustrious Names. But As Often As A New Name Is Written There, An Old One Disappears. Only A Few Stand In Illuminated Characters Never To Be Effaced.

A Boy's Will Is The Wind's Will, And The Thought's Of Youth Are Long, Long Thoughhts