He Has Left Off Reading Altogether, To

If Dirt Were Trumps, What Hands You Would Hold!

To Be Thankful For What We Grasp Exceeding Our Proportion Is To Add Hypocrisy To Injustice.

No Woman Dresses Below Herself From Mere Caprice.

No One Ever Regarded The First Of January With Indifference. It Is That From Which All Date Their Time, And Count Upon What Is Left. It Is The Nativity Of Our Common Adam.

The Red-letter Days, Now Become, To All Intents And Purposes, Dead-letter Days.