We Are Not So Easily Guided By

Many A Man Has A Kind Of A Kaleidoscope, Where The Bits Of Broken Glass Are His Own Merits And Fortunes; And They Fall Into Harmonious Arrangements, And Delight Him, Often Most Mischievously And To His Ultimate Detriment; But They Are A Present Pleasure.

We Are Frequently Understood The Least By Those Who Have Known Us The Longest.

People Resemble Still More The Time In Which They Live, Than They Resemble Their Fathers.

Is Boredom Anything Less Than The Sense Of One's Faculties Slowly Dying?

We Should Lay Up In Our Minds A Store Of Goodly Thoughts Which Will Be A Living Treasure Of Knowledge Always With Us, And From Which, At Various Times, And Amidst All The Shiftings Of Circumstances, We Might Be Sure Of Drawing Some Comfort, Guidance And Sympathy.