Society Is Founded Upon Cloth.

The Coldest Word Was Once A Glowing New Metaphor.

If Time Is Precious, No Book That Will Not Improve By Repeated Readings Deserves To Be Read At All.

The Leafy Blossoming Present Time Springs From The Whole Past, Remembered And Unrememberable.

Success In Life, In Anything, Depends Upon The Number Of Persons That One Can Make Himself Agreeable To.

It Is Not A Lucky Word, This Name Impossible; No Good Comes Of Those Who Have It So Often In Their Mouths.