The Only Athletic Sport I Ever Mastered

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!

Not Peace At Any Price! Chains Are Worse Than Bayonets.

After All There Is Something About A Wedding-gown Prettier Than In Any Other Gown In The World.

Nothing Is So Beneficial To A Young Author As The Advice Of A Man Whose Judgment Stands Constitutionally At The Freezing-point.

Literature, Like A Gypsy, To Be Picturesque, Should Be A Little Ragged.