The Eternal Stars Shine Out Again, So

The Greatest Event For The World Is The Arrival Of A New And Wise Person.

All Work Of Man Is As The Swimmer's: A Vast Ocean Threatens To Devour Him; If He Front It Not Bravely, It Will Keep Its Word.

In Books Lies The Soul Of The Whole Past Time; The Articulate Audible Voice Of The Past, When The Body And Material Substance Of It Has Altogether Vanished Like A Dream.

A Man Must Indeed Be A Hero To Appear Such In The Eyes Of His Valet.

Humor Has Justly Been Regarded As The Finest Perfection Of Poetic Genius.