Poetry Is The Breath Of Beauty.

Great Women Belong To History And To Self-sacrifice, Not To The Annals Of A Stage, However Dignified.

Affection, Like Melancholy, Magnifies Trifles.

Nature, At All Events, Humanly Speaking, Is Manifestly Very Fond Of Color; For She Has Made Nothing Without It. Her Skies Are Blue; Her Fields, Green; Her Waters Vary With Her Skies; Her Animals, Vegetables, Minerals, Are All Colored. She Paints A Great Any Of Them In Apparently Superfluous Hues, As If To Show The Dullest Eye How She Loves Color.

A Dog Can Have A Friend; He Has Affections And Character, He Can Enjoy Equally The Field And The Fireside; He Dreams, He Caresses, He Propitiates; He Offends, And Is Pardoned; He Stands By You In Adversity; He Is A Good Fellow.

A Large Bare Forehead Gives A Woman A Masculine And Defying Look. The Word "effrontery" Comes From It. The Hair Should Be Brought Over Such A Forehead As Vines Are Trailed Over A Wall.