Fame Is Bought By Happiness.

Affection Exaggerates Its Own Offenses.

It Is Curious How Inseparable Eating And Kindness Are With Some People.

There Is No Denying That There Are 'royal Roads' Through Existence For The Upper Classes; For Them, At Least, The Highways Are Macadamized, Swept, And Watered.

I Can Pass Days Stretch'd In The Shade Of Those Old Cedar Trees, Watching The Sunshine Like A Blessing Fall,-- The Breeze Like Music Wandering O'er The Boughs, Each Tree A Natural Harp,--each Different Leaf A Different Note, Blent In One Vast Thanksgiving.

There Is No Wretchedness Like Self-reproach.