The Stiff Rails Were Softened To Swan's-down,

Winds Wanders, And Dews Drip Earthward; Rains Fall, Suns Rise And Set; Earth Whirls, And All But To Prosper A Poor Little Violet.

God's Livery Is A Very Plain One; But Its Wearers Have Good Reason To Be Content. If It Have Not So Much Gold-lace About It As Satan's, It Keeps Out Foul Weather Better, And Is Besides A Great Deal Cheaper.

The Nurse Of Full-grown Souls Is Solitude.

The Brain Can Be Easy To Buy, But The Heart Never Comes To Market.

As One Lamp Lights Another, Nor Grows Less,so Nobleness Enkindleth Nobleness.