Truth Is The Property Of

To The Body And Mind Which Have Been Cramped By Noxious Work Or Company, Nature Is Medicinal And Restores Their Tone.

But Genius Looks Forward: The Eyes Of Men Are Set In His Forehead, Not In His Hindhead: Man Hopes: Genius Creates.

Music Is The Poor Man's Parnassus.

The Most Active Lives Have So Much Routine As To Preclude Progress Almost Equally With The Most Inactive.

Every Thing Admonishes Us How Needlessly Long Life Is.