It Is A Common Enough Case, That

Our Vanities Differ As Our Noses Do: All Conceit Is Not The Same Conceit, But Varies In Correspondence With The Minutiae Of Mental Make In Which One Of Us Differs From Another.

Opposition May Become Sweet To A Man When He Has Christened It Persecution.

It Is Impossible, To Me At Least, To Be Poetical In Cold Weather.

I Think Cheerfulness Is A Fortune In Itself.

Our Consciousness Rarely Registers The Beginning Of A Growth Within Us Any More Than Without Us; There Have Been Many Circulation Of The Sap Before We Detect The Smallest Sign Of The Bud.