Nothing Can Be So Perfect While We

There Is No Friend Like The Old Friend, Who Has Shared Our Morning Days, No Greeting Like His Welcome, No Homage Like His Praise: Fame Is The Scentless Sunflower, With Gaudy Crown Of Gold; But Friendship Is The Breathing Rose, With Sweets In Every Fold.

A Word Is Not A Crystal, Transparent And Unchanged; It Is The Skin Of A Living Thought And May Vary Greatly In Color And Content According To The Circumstances And Time In Which It Is Used.

Research And Writing Are Lonely Occupations. It Is Easy To Become Discouraged In Solitary Confinement.

Many Ideas Grow Better When Transplanted Into Another Mind Than In The One Where They Sprung Up.

A River Is More Than An Amenity, It Is A Treasure.