Every House Where Love Abides

It Is Better To Burn The Candle At Both Ends, And In The Middle, Too, Than To Put It Away In The Closet And Let The Mice Eat It.

Who Can Explain The Secret Pathos Of Nature's Loveliness? It Is A Touch Of Melancholy Inherited From Our Mother Eve. It Is An Unconscious Memory Of The Lost Paradise. It Is The Sense That Even If We Should Find Another Eden, We Would Not Be Fit To Enjoy It Perfectly Nor Stay In It Forever.

You May Have To Live In A Crowd, But You Do Not Have To Live Like It.

What We Do Belongs To What We Are; And What We Are Is What Becomes Of Us.

The More Keenly We Are Awake To The Perils Of Life, The Higher And Grander Is The Possibility Of Being Truly Brave.