Wisdom Is The Repose Of The Mind.

Who Makes Quick Use Of The Moment Is A Genius Of Prudence.

He Who Comes From The Kitchen, Smells Of Its Smoke; And He Who Adheres To A Sect, Has Something Of Its Cant; The College Air Pursues The Student; And Dry Inhumanity Him Who Herds With Literary Pedants.

He Who Always Prefaces His Tale With Laughter, Is Poised Between Impertinence And Folly.

A Beautiful Smile Is To The Female Countenance What The Sunbeam Is To The Landscape; It Embellishes An Inferior Face And Redeems An Ugly One.

A Single Spark Of Occasion Discharges The Child Of Passions Into A Thousand Crackers Of Desire.