Every Human Heart Is Human.

The Nimble Lie Is Like The Second-hand Upon A Clock; We See It Fly; While The Hour-hand Of Truth Seems To Stand Still, And Yet It Moves Unseen, And Wins, At Last, For The Clock Will Not Strike Till It Has Reached The Goal.

I Love An Author The More For Having Been Himself A Lover Of Books.

Sometimes We May Learn More From A Man's Errors, Than From His Virtues.

Ah, Nothing Is Too Late, Till The Tired Heart Shall Cease To Palpitate.

Sorrow And Silence Are Strong, And Patient Endurance Is Godlike.