Winter Is The Night Of Vegetation.

We Give Our Best Affections To The Beautiful, Only Our Second Best To The Useful.

Complaint Is. More Contemptible Than Pitiful.

The Past Is The Sepulchre Of Our Dead Emotions.

Adhesion To One Idea Is Monomania; To Few, Slavery.

A Failure Establishes Only This, That Our Determination To Succeed Was Not Strong Enough.