A Man Cannot Paint Portraits

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.

The Worst Deluded Are The Self-deluded.

The Loveliest Faces Are To Be Seen By Moonlight, When One Sees Half With The Eye And Half With The Fancy.

Silence, When Nothing Need Be Said, Is The Eloquence Of Discretion.

It Is With A Company As It Is With A Punch, Everything Depends Upon The Ingredients Of Which It In Composed.