Newspapers are the world's mirrors.
Books are the beehives of thought; laconics, the honey taken from them.
Literature is the garden of wisdom.
The mind paints before the brush.
Among all the accomplishments of life none are so important as refinement; it is not, like beauty, a gift of Nature, and can only be acquired by cultivation and practice.
There is no heart without remorse, no life without some misfortune, no one but what is something stained with sin.