Passion, Though A Bad Regulator, Is A

The Solitary Knows The Essence Of The Thought, The Scholar In Society Only Its Fair Face.

A Scholar Does Not Wish To Be Always Pumping His Brains; He Wants Gossips.

Writing Should Be The Settlement Of Dew On The Leaf.

If In The Least Particular, One Could Derange The Order Of Nature, Who Would Accept The Gift Of Life?

Duty Grows Everywhere--like Children, Like Grass.