Analysis Is Carried Into Everything. Even Deity

The Devil Loves Nothing Better Than The Intolerance Of Reformers.

And Blessed Are The Horny Hands Of Toil.

The Snow Had Begun In The Gloaming, And Busily All The Night Had Been Heaping Field And Highway With A Silence Deep And White.

A Word Once Vulgarized Can Never Be Rehabilitated.

Large Charity Doth Never Soil, But Only Whitens Soft White Hands.