It Takes All Sorts Of People To

A Piece Of Simple Goodness--a Letter Gushing From The Heart; A Beautiful Unstudied Vindication Of The Worth And Untiring Sweetness Of Human Nature--a Record Of The Invulnerability Of Man, Armed With High Purpose, Sanctified By Truth.

Women, Somehow, Have The Same Fear Of Witty Men As Of Fireworks.

Man Owes Two Solemn Debts--one To Society, And One To-nature. It Is Only When He Pays The Second That He Covers The First.

Intemperance Is The Epitome Of Every Crime, The Cause Of Every Kind Of Misery.

Wishes, At Least, Are The Easy Pleasures Of The Poor.