Books Are The Bees Which

The Only Conclusive Evidence Of A Man's Sincerity Is That He Gives Himself For A Principle. Words, Money, All Things Else, Are Comparatively Easy To Give Away; But When A Man Makes A Gift Of His Daily Life And Practice, It Is Plain That The Truth, Whatever It May Be, Has Taken Possession Of Him.

Worshippers Of Light Ancestral Make The Present Light A Crime.

A Poet Must Need Be Before His Own Age, To Be Even With Posterity

They Are Slaves Who Fear To Speak, For The Fallen And The Weak.

The Rich Man's Sons Inherits Cares; The Bank May Break, The Factory Burn, A Breath May Burst His Bubble Shares, And Soft, White Hands Could Hardly Earn A Living That Would Serve His Turn.