Books Are A Finer World Within The

It Is Not Of So Much Consequence What You Say, As How You Say It. Memorable Sentences Are Memorable On Account Of Some Single Irradiating Word.

The Pale Child, Eve, Leading Her Mother, Night.

A Man Gazing At The Stars Is Proverbially At The Mercy Of The Puddles In The Road.

There Is No Ghost So Difficult To Lay As The Ghost Of An Injury.

Men And Women Make Their Own Beauty Or Their Own Ugliness. Sir Edward Bulwer Lytton Speaks In One Of His Novels Of A Man "who Was Uglier Than He Had Any Business To Be;" And, If We Could But Read It, Every Human Being Carries His Life In His Face, And Is Good-looking Or The Reverse As That Life Has Been Good Or Evil. On Our Features The Fine Chisels Of Thought And Emotion Are Eternally At Work.