Them As Ha' Never Had A Cushion

A Man Falling Into Dark Waters Seeks A Momentary Footing Even On Sliding Stones.

Only In The Agony Of Parting Do We Look Into The Depths Of Love.

I've Never Any Pity For Conceited People, Because I Think They Carry Their Comfort About With Them.

There Is Hardly Any Contact More Depressing To A Young Ardent Creature Than That Of A Mind In Which Years Full Of Knowledge Seem To Have Issued In A Blank Absence Of Interest Or Sympathy.

Art Is The Nearest Thing To Life; It Is A Mode Of Amplifying Experience And Extending Our Contact With Our Fellow Men Beyond The Bounds Of Our Personal Lot.