I Toiled After It, Sir, As Some

A Laxity Pervades The Popular Use Of Words.

A Sweet Child Is The Sweetest Thing In Nature.

It Is Well If The Good Man Himself Does Not Feel His Devotions A Little Clouded, Those Foggy Sensuous Steams Mingling With And Polluting The Pure Altar Surface.

Brandy And Water Spoils Two Good Things.

Lawyers, I Suppose, Were Children Once.