It Is Not Of So

A Single Soul Is Richer Than All The Worlds.

There Is A Slow-growing Beauty Which Only Comes To Perfection In Old Age.... I Have Seen Sweeter Smiles On A Lip Of Seventy Than I Ever Saw On A Lip Of Seventeen. There Is The Beauty Of Youth, And There Is Also The Beauty Of Holiness—a Beauty Much More Seldom Met; And More Frequently Found In The Arm-chair By The Fire, With Grandchildren Around Its Knee, Than In The Ball-room Or The Promenade.

If You Wish To Preserve Your Secret, Wrap It Up In Frankness.

To Sit For One's Portrait Is Like Being Present At One's Own Creation.

A Man Does Not Plant A Tree For Himself; He Plants It For Posterity.