The Secret Of Happiness Is

Many A Man Who Thinks To Found A Home Discovers That He Has Merely Opened A Tavern For His Friends.

No One Can Expect A Majority To Be Stirred By Motives Other Than Ignoble.

There Is In Us A Lyric Germ Or Nucleus Which Deserves Respect; It Bids A Man To Ponder Or Create; And In This Dim Corner Of Himself He Can Take Refuge And Find Consolations Which The Society Of His Fellow Creatures Does Not Provide.

The Sublimity Of Wisdom Is To Do Those Things Living, Which Are To Be Desired When Dying.

Learn To Foster An Ardent Imagination; So Shall You Descry Beauty Which Others Passed Unheeded.