No Sound Is Dissonant Which Tells Of

Too Soon Did The Doctors Of The Church Forget That The Heart--the Moral Nature--was The Beginning And The End, And That Truth, Knowledge, And Insight Were Comprehended In Its Expansion.

The Age Seems Sore From Excess Of Stimulation, Just As A Day Or Two After A Thorough Debauch And Long Sustained Drinking-match A Man Feels All Over Like A Bruise. Even To Admire Otherwise Than On The Whole And Where "i Admire" Is But A Synonyme For "i Remember, I Liked It Very Much When I Was Reading It ," Is Too Much An Effort, Would Be Too Disquieting An Emotion!

I Am Never Very Forward In Offering Spiritual Consolation To Any One In Distress Or Disease. I Believe That Such Resources, To Be Of Any Service, Must Be Self-evolved In The First Instance. I Am Something Of The Quaker's Mind In This, And Am Inclined To Wait For The Spirit.

We Ne'er Can Be Made Happy By Compulsion.

Let Every Book-worm, When In Any Fragrant, Scarce Old Tome, He Discovers A Sentence, A Story, An Illustration, That Does His Heart Good, Hasten To Give It The Widest Circulation That Newspapers And Magazines, Penny And Halfpenny, Can Afford.