Despair Snuffs The Sun From The Firmament.

One's Life Should Be Sufficiently Interesting To Furnish Entertainment In The Record.

Nature Is The Armory Of Genius. Cities Serve It Poorly, Books And Colleges At Second Hand; The Eye Craves The Spectacle Of The Horizon; Of Mountain, Ocean, River And Plain, The Clouds And Stars; Actual Contact With The Elements, Sympathy With The Seasons As They Rise And Roll.

Of Gifts, There Seems None More Becoming To Offer A Friend Than A Beautiful Book.

Whatsoever Stirs The Stagnant Currents, Setting These Flowing In Wholesome Directions, Promotes Brisk Spirits And Productive Thinking. The Less Of Routine, The More Of Life.

Debate Is Masculine, Conversation Is Feminine.