God Is An Unutterable Sigh,

Man's Feelings Are Always Purest And Most Glowing In The Hour Of Meeting And Of Farewell.

Men, Like Bullets, Go Farthest When They Are Smoothest.

He Thought Of The Mouldering Child, Which Laid Its Withered Thin Arms Around His Soul, As If It Were His Own, And To Whom Death Had Given As Much As A God Gave To Endymion, — Sleep, Eternal Youth, And Immortality.

Sorrows Gather Around Great Souls As Storms Do Around Mountains; But, Like Them, They Break The Storm And Purify The Air Of The Plain Beneath Them.

Repetition Is The Mother Of Education.