Our Ideals, Like Pictures, Are Made From

God Is The Place Where I Do Not Remember The Rest.

How Many Books There Are Whose Reputation Is Made That Would Not Obtain It Were It Now To Make?

Let Us Be Men With Men, And Always Children Before God; For In His Eyes We Are But Children. Old Age Itself, In Presence Of Eternity, Is But The First Moment Of A Morning.

No One Is Mediocre Who Has Good Sense And Good Sentiments.

Men Must Be Either The Slaves Of Duty, Or The Slaves Of Force.