I Am Determined That My

He Has Left Off Reading Altogether, To The Great Improvement Of His Originality.

Clap An Extinguisher Upon Your Irony If You Are Unhappily Blessed With A Vein Of It.

A Poor Relation—is The Most Irrelevant Thing In Nature.

What A Dead Thing Is A Clock, With Its Ponderous Embowelments Of Lead And Brass, Its Pert Or Solemn Dullness Of Communication, Compared With The Simple Altar-like Structure And Silent Heart-language Of The Old Sundials! It Stood As The Garden God Of Christian Gardens. Why Is It Almost Everywhere Vanished? If Its Business-use Be Superseded By More Elaborate Inventions, Its Moral Uses, Its Beauty, Might Have Pleaded For Its Continuance.

I Know That A Sweet Child Is The Sweetest Thing In Nature, Not Even Excepting The Delicate Creatures Which Bear Them.