We climb to heaven most often on the ruins of our cherished plans, finding our failures were successes.

Our dreams drench us in senses, and senses steps us again in dreams.

Of gifts, there seems none more becoming to offer a friend than a beautiful book.

Time ripens the substance of a life as the seasons mellow and perfect its fruits. The best apples fall latest and keep longest.

Inspiration must find answering inspiration.

Who speaks to the instincts speaks to the deepest in mankind, and finds the readiest response.

We climb to heaven most often on the ruins of our cherished plans, finding our failures were successes.