No Mud Can Soil Us

New Conditions Of Life Will Stimulate Thought And Give New Forms To Its Expression.

Praise Follows Truth Afar Off, And Only Overtakes Her At The Grave; Plausibility Clings To Her Skirts And Holds Her Back Till Then

Life Is Constantly Weighing Us In Very Sensitive Scales, And Telling Every One Of Us Precisely What His Real Weight Is To The Last Grain Of Dust.

Tis As Easy To Be Heroes As To Sit The Idle Slaves.

Beauty Hath No True Glass, Except It Be In The Sweet Privacy Of Loving Eyes.