A Falsehood Is, In One

I Feel As If God Had, By Giving The Sabbath, Given Fifty-two Springs In Every Year.

The History Of Man For The Nine Months Preceding His Birth Would, Probably, Be Far More Interesting And Contain Events Of Greater Moment Than All The Three Score And Ten Years That Follow It.

How Inimitably Graceful Children Are In General-before They Learn To Dance.

Humor Is Consistent With Pathos, Whilst Wit Is Not.

I May Not Hope From Outward Forms To Win / The Passion And The Life, Whose Fountains Are Within.