The Order Of Things Consents To Virtue.

Life Has A Way Of Demanding That You Live It.

Language Is A City To The Building Of Which Every Human Being Brought A Stone.

There Is A Kind Of Latent Omniscience, Not Only In Every Man, But In Every Particle.

It Is Wonderful How Soon A Piano Gets Into A Log-hut On The Frontier. You Would Think They Found It Under A Pine-stump. With It Comes A Latin Grammar, And One Of Those Tow-head Boys Has Written A Hymn On Sunday. Now Let Colleges, Now Let Senates Take Heed! For Here Is One Who, Opening These Fine Tastes On The Basis Of The Pioneer's Iron Constitution, Will Gather All Their Laurels In His Strong Hands.

He Is Only Rich Who Owns The Day. There Is No King, Rich Man, Fairy, Or Demon Who Possesses Such Power As That.