Language, After All, Is Only The Use

The Only Cure For Grief Is Action.

Good Writers Are Of Necessity Rare.

The History Of The Race Is But That Of The Individual "writ Large".

Ideas Are Forces; Our Acceptance Of One Determines Our Reception Of Others.

To Love Is For The Soul To Choose A Companion, And Travel With It Along The Perilous Defiles And Winding Ways Of Life; Mutually Sustaining, When It Is Rugged With Obstructions, And Mutually Rejoicing, When Rich Broad Plains And Sunny Slopes Make Journeying Delight.