Cities Have Always Been The Fireplaces Of

Disappointment Is Often The Salt Of Life.

Truth Stood On One Side And Ease On The Other; It Has Often Been So.

Man Is The Highest Product Of His Own History. The Discoverer Finds Nothing So Grand Or Tall As Himself, Nothing So Valuable To Him. The Greatest Star Is At The Small End, Of The Telescope,--the Star That Is Looking, Not Looked After Nor Looked At.

What A Joy Is There In A Good Book, Writ By Some Great Master Of Thought, Who Breaks Into Beauty As In Summer The Meadow Into Grass And Dandelions And Violets, With Geraniums And Manifold Sweetness.

You May Not, Cannot, Appropriate Beauty. It Is The Wealth Of The Eye, And A Cat May Gaze Upon A King.