The Nurse Of Full-grown Souls Is Solitude.

There Is No Work Of Genius Which Has Not Been The Delight Of Mankind, No Word Of Genius To Which The Human Heart And Soul Have Not Sooner Or Later Responded.

Earth's Noblest Thing,-a Woman Perfected.

It Is Only The Intellect That Can Be Thoroughly And Hideously Wicked. It Can Forget Everything In The Attainment Of Its Ends. The Heart Recoils; In Its Retired Some Drops Of Childhood's Dew Still Linger, Defying Manhood's Fiery Noon.

Each Day The World Is Born Anew For Him Who Takes It Rightly.

Many-sidedness Of Culture Makes Our Vision Clearer And Keener In Particulars.