There Is But On Virtue--the Eternal Sacrifice

... What Is There Over Which The Incomparable Beauty Of Childhood Would Not Triumph?

One Never Knows How Much A Family May Grow; And When A Hive Is Too Full, And It Is Necessary To Form A New Swarm, Each One Thinks Of Carrying Away His Own Honey.

Fretting At Trouble Only Doubles It.

Simplicity Is The Essence Of The Great, The True, The Beautiful In Art.

Anything We Destroy In Ourselves We Destroy In Others. Our Falls Lower Others And Throw Them Down; We Owe It To Our Fellows To Keep Upright, In Order That They Too May Keep Their Feet.