The Saddest Thing That Befalls A Soul

The Truly Great Rest In The Knowledge Of Their Own Deserts, Nor Seek The Conformation Of The World.

Every Man's Road In Life Is Marked By The Grave Of His Personal Likings.

The Great Man Is The Man Who Does A Thing For The First Time.

In My Garden I Spend My Days, In My Library I Spend My Nights. My Interests Are Divided Between My Geraniums And My Books. With The Flower I Am In The Present; With The Book I Am In The Past.

Winter Does Not Work Only On A Broad Scale; He Is Careful In Trifles.