O Vanity, Mislead No More!

Self-pity In Its Early Stages Is As Snug As A Feather Mattress. Only When It Hardens Does It Become Uncomfortable.

My Only Answer Is, If My Grave Stood Open On One Side And You Upon The Other I'd Go Into My Grave Before I Would Take One Step To Meet You.

No Love Or Pity, Pardon Or Excuse Should Soften The Sharp Pang Of Reparation For The Guilty Man.

Education Is Not Confined To Books, And The Finest Characters Often Graduate From No College, But Make Experience Their Master, And Life Their Book. [some Care] Only For The Mental Culture, And [are] In Danger Of Over-studying, Under The Delusion . . . That Learning Must Be Had At All Costs, Forgetting That Health And Real Wisdom Are Better.

The Rooms Were Very Still While The Pages Were Softly Turned And The Winter Sunshine Crept In To Touch The Bright Heads And Serious Faces With A Christmas Greeting.