I Do Not Think That

Fame Is Bought By Happiness.

Alas! We Makea Ladder Of Our Thoughts, Where Angels Step,but Sleep Ourselves At The Foot: Our High Resolveslook Down Upon Our Slumbering Acts.

We Are Rarely Wrong When We Act From Impulse.

Imagination Is To Love What Gas Is To The Balloon-that Which Raises It From Earth.

In Came ... A Baby, Eloquent As Infancy Usually Is, And Like Most Youthful Orators, More Easily Heard Than Understood.