Many Children, Many Cares; No Children, No

The Method Of The Critic Is To Balance Praises With Censure, And Thus To Do Justice To The Subject And--his Own Discrimination.

Common Sense, Alas In Spite Of Our Educational Institutions, Is A Rare Commodity.

The Extent Of Poverty In The World Is Much Exaggerated. Our Sensitiveness Makes Half Our Poverty; Our Fears--anxieties For Ills That Never Happen--a Greater Part Of The Other Half.

Like The Withered Roses Of A Once Gay Garland, The Feelings Of Youth Command In Age A Melancholy Interest.

Wit Is Better As A Seasoning Than As A Whole Dish By Itself.