It Is Quite Easy For Stupid People

What Is Failure Except Feebleness? And What Is It To Miss One's Mark Except To Aim Widely And Weakly?

There Is A Chord In Every Heart That Has A Sigh In It If Touched Aright.

The Fire Of True Enthusiasm Is Like The Fires Of Baku, Which No Water Can Ever Quench, And Which Burn Steadily On From Night To Day, And Year To Year, Because Their Well-spring Is Eternal.

There Is No Knife That Cuts So Sharply And With Such Poisoned Blade As Treachery.

Women Hope That The Dead Love May Revive; But Men Know That Of All Dead Things None Are So Past Recall As A Dead Passion.