Women See Better Than Men. Men See

Is Not, Indeed, Every Man A Student, And Do Not All Things Exist For The Student's Behoof?

The Surest Poison Is Time.

A Man's Fortunes Are The Fruit Of His Character. A Man's Friends Are His Magnetisms.

Here Is The World, Sound As A Nut, Perfect, Not The Smallest Piece Of Chaos Left, Never A Stitch Nor An End, Not A Mark Of Haste, Or Botching, Or Second Thought; But The Theory Of The World Is A Thing Of Shreds And Patches.

As The Farmer Casts Into The Ground The Finest Ears Of His Grain, The Time Will Come When We Too Shall Hold Nothing Back, But Shall Eagerly Convert More Than We Now Possess Into Means And Powers, When We Shall Be Willing To Sow The Sun And The Moon For Seeds.