Profound Sincerity Is The Only

There Are No Days In Life So Memorable As Those Which Vibrate To Some Stroke Of The Imagination.

It Is Long Ere We Discover How Rich We Are. Our History, We Are Sure, Is Quite Tame: We Have Nothing To Write, Nothing To Infer. But Our Wiser Years Still Run Back To The Despised Recollections Of Childhood. . . .

I Have Never Met A Man Who Was Not My Superior In Some Particular.

Life Has A Way Of Demanding That You Live It.

I See That Sensible Men And Conscientious Men All Over The World Were Of One Religion Of Well-doing And Daring.