Pleasure Has No Logic; It Never Treads

It Is Not Of So Much Consequence What You Say, As How You Say It. Memorable Sentences Are Memorable On Account Of Some Single Irradiating Word.

To Have To Die Is A Distinction Of Which No Man Is Proud.

A Man Does Not Plant A Tree For Himself; He Plants It For Posterity.

My Heart Like Moon-charmed Waters, All Unrest.

It Is A Characteristic Of Pleasure That We Can Never Recognize It To Be Pleasure Till After It Is Gone.