Every Man Is Grave Alone.

The Selfish Man Suffers More From His Selfishness Than He From Whom That Selfishness Withholds Some Important Benefit.

My Book Should Smell Of Pines And Resound With The Hum Of Insects.

Conversation Is An Evanescent Relation,--no More.

Write It On Your Heart That Every Day Is The Best Day In The Year. No Man Has Learned Anything Rightly, Until He Knows That Every Day Is Doomsday.

Nature Is A Rag Merchant, Who Works Up Every Shred And Ort And End Into New Creations.