Folks Never Understand The Folks They Hate.

The Stiff Rails Were Softened To Swan's-down, And Still Fluttered Down The Snow.

Large Charity Doth Never Soil, But Only Whitens Soft White Hands.

Pride Of Origin, Whether High Or Low, Springs From The Same Principle In Human Nature; One Is But The Positive, The Other The Negative, Pole Of A Single Weakness.

It Is The Rooted Instinct In Men To Admire What Is Better And More Beautiful Than Themselves.

The Eye Is The Notebook Of The Poet.