There Is One Mind Common To All

Because The Soul Is Progressive, It Never Quite Repeats Itself, But In Every Act Attempts The Production Of A New And Fairer Whole.

We Are Of Different Opinions At Different Hours, But We Always May Be Said To Be At Heart On The Side Of Truth.

When A Man Does Not Write His Poetry, It Escapes By Other Vents Through Him.

He Is Rich Who Owns The Day, And No One Owns The Day Who Allows It To Be Invaded With Fret And Anxiety.

In The Vaunted Works Of Art, The Master-stroke Is Nature's Part.