It Is Not The Insurrections Of Ignorance

He Gives Us The Very Quintessence Of Perception,-the Clearly Crystalized Precipitation Of All That Is Most Precious In The Ferment Of Impression After The Impertinent And Obtrusive Particulars Have Evaporated From The Memory.

Virtue Treads Paths That End Not In The Grave.

Old Events Have Modern Meanings; Only That Survives Of Past History Which Finds Kindred In All Hearts And Lives.

A Friendship Counting Nearly Forty Years Is The Finest Kind Of Shade-tree I Know.

It Is Curious How Tyrannical The Habit Of Reading Is...