Wit Is The Clash And Reconcilement Of

Happy Opinions Are The Wine Of The Heart.

The Only Place A New Hat Can Be Carried Into With Safety Is A Church, For There Is Plenty Of Room There.

The Last Excessive Feelings Of Delight Are Always Grave.

Mirth Itself Is Too Often But Melancholy In Disguise.

Where The Mouth Is Sweet And The Eyes Intelligent, There Is Always The Look Of Beauty, With A Right Heart.