Our Ideals Are Our Better Selves.

The Books That Charmed Us In Youth Recall The Delight Ever Afterwards; We Are Hardly Persuaded There Are Any Like Them, Any Deserving Our Equal Affections.

The Eyes Have A Property In Things And Territories Not Named In Any Title-deeds, And Are The Owners Of Our Choicest Possessions.

One Must Be A Wise Reader To Quote Wisely And Well.

Time Is One's Best Friend, Teaching Best Of All The Wisdom Of Silence.

Our Dreams Drench Us In Senses, And Senses Steps Us Again In Dreams.