Quality, Not Quantity, Is My Measure.

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.

Habitual Intoxication Is The Epitome Of Every Crime.

I Would Like To Have A Second Chance At My First Love.

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!

What A Fine-looking Thing Is War! Yet, Dress It As We May, Dress And Feather It, Daub It With Gold, Huzza It, And Sing Swaggering Songs About It,--what Is It, Nine Times Out Of Ten, But Murder In Uniform!