Hope Is Love's Happiness, But Not Its

Knowledge Is Much Like Dust - It Sticks To One, One Does Not Know How.

It Is Amazing How Much A Thought Expands And Refines By Being Put Into Speech: I Should Think It Could Hardly Know Itself.

Every Other Species Of Talent Carries With It Its Eternity; We Enjoy The Work Of The Poet, The Painter, The Sculptor, Only As Thousands Will Do After Us; But The Actor - His Memory Is With His Generation, And That Passes Away.

Of All The Follies That We Can Commit, The Greatest Is To Hesitate.

Restraint Is The Golden Rule Of Enjoyment.