There Are No Weeds, And No Worthless

He Loved Books; Books Are Cold But Safe Friends.

Idleness Is A Mother. She Has A Son, Robbery, And A Daughter, Hunger.

You Look At A Star For Two Reasons, Because It Is Luminous, And Because It Is Impenetrable. You Have Beside You A Sweeter Radiance And A Greater Mystery, Woman.

Great Blunders Are Often Made, Like Large Ropes, Of A Multitude Of Fibres.

A Woman's Best Qualities Are Harmful If Undiluted With Prudence.