Age Is A Matter Of

Virtue Does Not Truly Reward Her Votary If She Leaves Him Sad And Half Doubtful Whether It Would Not Have Been Better To Serve Vice.

Romance Like A Ghost Escapes Touching; It Is Always Where You Are Not, Not Where You Are. The Interview Or Conversation Was Prose At The Time, But It Is Poetry In The Memory.

Age Is A Matter Of Feeling, Not Of Years.

Every Great Crisis Of Human History Is A Pass Of Thermopylae, And There Is Always A Leonidas And His Three Hundred To Die In It, If They Can Not Conquer.

A Tree Which Has Lost Its Head Will Never Recover It Again, And Will Survive Only As A Monument Of The Ignorance And Folly Of Its Tormentor.