Eternity Doth Wear Upon Her

To-day Is Always Different From Yesterday.

Thoughts Must Come Naturally, Like Wild-flowers; They Cannot Be Forced In A Hot-bed, Even Although Aided By The Leaf-mould Of Your Past.

An Old Novel Has A History Of Its Own.

Death Is The Ugly Fact Which Nature Has To Hide, And She Hides It Well.

Winter Does Not Work Only On A Broad Scale; He Is Careful In Trifles.