Malice Blunts The Point Of Wit.

Jewels! It's My Belief That When Woman Was Made, Jewels Were Invented Only To Make Her The More Mischievous.

Quality, Not Quantity, Is My Measure.

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

A Creature Undefiled By The Taint Of The World, Unvexed By Its Injustice, Unwearied By Its Hollow Pleasures; A Being Fresh From The Source Of Light, With Something Of Its Universal Lustre In It. If Childhood Be This, How Holy The Duty To See That In Its Onward Growth It Shall Be No Other!

A Man Is In No Danger So Long As He Talks His Love; But To Write It Is To Impale Himself On His Own Pothooks.