Silence Is Sorrow's Best Food.

Nature Fits All Her Children With Something To Do, He Who Would Write And Can't Write, Can Surely Review.

Before Man Made Us Citizens, Great Nature Made Us Men.

The True Ideal Is Not Opposed To The Real But Lies In It; And Blessed Are The Eyes That Find It.

Keats Longed For Fame, But Longed Above All To Deserve It.

The Ultimate Result Of Protecting Fools From Their Folly Is To Fill The Planet Full Of Fools.