We Are All Of Us More Or

Truth Takes The Stamp Of The Souls It Enters. It Is Rigorous And Rough In Arid Souls, But Tempers And Softens Itself In Loving Natures.

Speech Is But The Incorporation Of Thought.

Professional Critics Are Incapable Of Distinguishing And Appreciating Either Diamonds In The Rough Or Gold In Bars. They Are Traders, And In Literature Know Only The Coins That Are Current. Their Critical Lab Has Scales And Weights, But Neither Crucible Or Touchstone.

Only Choose In Marriage A Man Whom You Would Choose As A Friend If He Were A Woman.

Without Duty, Life Is Soft And Boneless.