The Very Cunning Conceal Their Cunning; The

To Quote Copiously And Well, Requires Taste, Judgment, And Erudition, A Feeling For The Beautiful, An Appreciation Of The Noble, And A Sense Of The Profound.

Wit, Like Poetry, Is Insusceptible Of Being Constructed Upon Rules Founded Merely In Reason. Like Faith, It Exists Independent Of Reason, And Sometimes In Hostility To It.

Resentments, Carried Too Far, Expose Us To A Fate Analogous To That Of The Fish-hawk, When He Strikes His Talons Too Deep Into A Fish Beyond His Capacity To Lift, And Is Carried Under And Drowned By It.

Loss Of Sincerity Is Loss Of Vital Power.

The Language Of The Heart--the Language Which "comes From The Heart" And "goes To The Heart"--is Always Simple, Always Graceful, And Always Full Of Power, But No Art Of Rhetoric Can Teach It. It Is At Once The Easiest And Most Difficult Language--difficult, Since It Needs A Heart To Speak It; Easy, Because Its Periods Though Rounded And Full Of Harmony, Are Still Unstudied.