The Life Of The Soul Is Incalculable.

Give Me Truth; Cheat Me By No Illusion.

Truth Is The Nursing Mother Of Genius. No Man Can Be Absolutely True To Himself, Eschewing Cant, Compromise, Servile Imitation, And Complaisance Without Becoming Original.

Be What You Would Seem To Be.

To One Who Has Enjoyed The Full Life Of Any Scene, Of Any Hour, What Thoughts Can Be Recorded About It Seem Like The Commas And Semicolons In The Paragraph-mere Stops.

We Need To Hear The Excuses Men Make To Themselves For Their Worthlessness.