One Of The Greatest Of All Mental

I Hate The Word 'ought' - It Always Implies Something Dull, Cold, And Commonplace. The 'ought Nots' Of Life Are Its Pleasantest Things.

Habit Is Our Idea Of Eternity.

A Friend Is Never Alarmed For Us In The Right Place.

Eyes That Droop Like Summer Flowers.

In Our Road Through Life We May Happen To Meet With A Man Casting A Stone Reverentially To Enlarge The Cairn Of Another Which Stone He Has Carried In His Bosom To Sling Against That Very Other's Head.