Think Of The Ills From Which You

Think That Day Lost Whose Descending Sun, Views From Thy Hand No Noble Action Done.

The Worst Thing About New Books Is That They Keep Us From Reading The Old Ones.

Men Must Be Either The Slaves Of Duty, Or The Slaves Of Force.

Thoughts There Are, That Need No Embodying, No Form, No Expression. It Is Enough To Hint At Them Vaguely; A Word, And They Are Heard And Seen.

The Best Remedy For A Short Temper Is A Long Walk.