What We Call Conscience In

The Reveries Of The Dreamer Advance His Hopes, But Not Their Realization. One Good Hour Of Earnest Work Is Worth Them All.

The Busiest Of Living Agents Are Certain Dead Men's Thoughts.

Something Of A Person's Character May Be Observed By How They Smile. Some Never Smile They Only Grin.

The Worst Deluded Are The Self-deluded.

In Secluding Himself Too Much From Society, An Author Is In Danger Of Losing That Intimate Acquaintance With Life Which Is The Only Sure Foundation Of Power In A Writer.