Where Lies The Final Harbor, Whence We

While Nature Thus Very Early And Very Abundantly Feeds Us, She Is Very Late In Tutoring Us As To The Proper Methodization Of Our Diet.

Contempt Is As Frequently Produced At First Sight As Love.

The Dinner-hour Is The Summer Of The Day: Full Of Sunshine, I Grant; But Not Like The Mellow Autumn Of Supper.

There Is No Quality In This World That Is Not What It Is Merely By Contrast. Nothing Exists In Itself.

Time Is Made Up Of Various Ages; And Each Thinks Its Own A Novelty.