The Worst Way To Improve

The Worst Men Often Give The Best Advice. Our Deeds Are Sometimes Better Than Our Thoughts.

Blest Is He Whose Heart Is The Home Of The Great Dead And Their Great Thoughts.

Remember That Thy Heart Will Shed Its Pleasures As Thine Eye Its Tears, And Both Leave Loathsome Furrows.

When Night Hath Set Her Silver Lamp High, Then Is The Time For Study.

The Beautiful Are Never Desolate; But Some One Alway Loves Them--god Or Man. If Man Abandons, God Himself Takes Them.