Children Are God's Apostles, Sent Forth, Day

That Best Academy, A Mother's Knee.

Truth Is Quite Beyond The Reach Of Satire. There Is So Brave A Simplicity In Her That She Can No More Be Made Ridiculous Than An Oak Or A Pine.

Not Failure, But Low Aim, Is Crime.

There Is Nothing So Desperately Monotonous As The Sea, And I No Longer Wonder At The Cruelty Of Pirates.

Fate Loves Best Such Syllables As Are Sweet And Sonorous On The Tongue.