That Best Academy, A Mother's Knee.

A Sneer Is The Weapon Of The Weak. Like Other Devil's Weapons, It Is Always Cunningly Ready To Our Hand, And There Is More Poison In The Handle Than In The Point.

A Wise Man Travels To Discover Himself.

Whom The Heart Of Man Shuts Out, Sometimes The Heart Of God Takes In, And Fences Them All Round About With Silence Mid The Worlds Loud Din.

A Stray Hair, By Its Continued Irritation, May Give More Annoyance Than A Smart Blow.

The Time Is Ripe, And Rotten-ripe, For Change.