Often The Soul Is Ripened Into Fuller

Oh, Sir, The Loftiest Hopes On Earth Draw Lots With Meaner Hopes: Heroic Breasts, Breathing Bad Air, Run Risk Of Pestilence; Or, Lacking Lime-juice When They Cross The Line, May Languish With The Scurvy.

To Judge Wisely, We Must Know How Things Appear To The Unwise.

There Is One Order Of Beauty Which Seems Made To Turn Heads. It Is A Beauty Like That Of Kittens, Or Very Small Downy Ducks Making Gentle Rippling Noises With Their Soft Bills, Or Babies Just Beginning To Toddle.

It's Never Too Late To Be Who You Were Meant To Be.

The Last Refuge Of Intolerance Is In Not Tolerating The Intolerant.