Good Heavens! For More Than Forty Years

There Is No Praise To Bear The Sort That You Put In Your Pocket.

Beauty Without Intelligence Is Like A Hook Without Bait.

Nothing Can Be Fairer, Or More Noble, Than The Holy Fervor Of True Zeal.

Good Heavens! For More Than Forty Years I Have Been Speaking Prose Without Knowing It.

You Never See The Old Austerity That Was The Essence Of Civility; Young People Hereabouts, Unbridled, Now Just Want.