Time Is One's Best Friend,

The Finer Literature, Indeed, Is Characterized By A Certain Suffusion Of The Feminine Flavor, The Finer, The More Ideal, Thought Plumed With Sentiment; Even Science Loves To Spring From Its Feet, Philosophy Affect The Clouds To Inspire And Edify.

Experience Converts Us To Ourselves When Books Fail Us.

Nature Is Thought Immersed In Matter. . .

Love Is The Key To Felicity, Nor Is There A Heaven To Any Who Love Not. We Enter Paradise Through Its Gates Only.

Our Friends Interpret The World And Ourselves To Us, If We Take Them Tenderly And Truly, Nor Need We But Love Them Devotedly To Become Members Of An Immortal Fraternity, Superior To Accident Or Change.