... True Love Is Like

There Is No Wretchedness Like Self-reproach.

How Beautiful, How Buoyant, And Glad Is Morning!

The Fearless Make Their Own Way.

I Hate The Word 'ought' - It Always Implies Something Dull, Cold, And Commonplace. The 'ought Nots' Of Life Are Its Pleasantest Things.

In Our Road Through Life We May Happen To Meet With A Man Casting A Stone Reverentially To Enlarge The Cairn Of Another Which Stone He Has Carried In His Bosom To Sling Against That Very Other's Head.