Laughing Cheerfulness Throws The Light Of Day

Memory, Wit, Fancy, Acuteness, Cannot Grow Young Again In Old Age, But The Heart Can.

There Are So Many Tender And Holy Emotions Flying About In Our Inward World, Which, Like Angels, Can Never Assume The Body Of An Outward Act; So Many Rich And Lovely Flowers Spring Up Which Bear No Seed, That It Is A Happiness Poetry Was Invented, Which Receives Into Its Limbs All These Incorporeal Spirits, And The Perfume Of All These Flowers.

Repetition Is The Mother Of Education.

The End We Aim At Must Be Known, Before The Way Can Be Made.

Passion Makes The Best Observations And The Sorriest Conclusions.