There Is No Ghost So Difficult To

In The Entire Circle Of The Year There Are No Days So Delightful As Those Of A Fine October.

A Single Soul Is Richer Than All The Worlds.

The World Is Not So Much In Need Of New Thoughts As That When Thought Grows Old And Worn With Usage It Should, Like Current Coin, Be Called In, And, From The Mint Of Genius, Reissued Fresh And New.

To Have To Die Is A Distinction Of Which No Man Is Proud.

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.