No Fountain So Small But That Heaven

I Have Come To See The Nonsense Of Attempting To Describe Fine Scenery. There Is No Such Possibility. If Scenery Could Be Adequately Reproduced In Words, There Would Have Been No Need Of God's Making It In Reality.

A Woman's Chastity Consists, Like An Onion, Of A Series Of Coats.

The Christian Faith Is A Grand Cathedral With Divinely Pictured Windows.

We Must Not Think Too Unkindly Even Of The East Wind. It Is Not, Perhaps, A Wind To Be Loved, Even In Its Benignest Moods; But There Are Seasons When I Delight To Feel Its Breath Upon My Cheek, Though It Be Never Advisable To Throw Open My Bosom And Take It Into My Heart, As I Would Its Gentle Sisters Of The South And West.

Selfishness Is One Of The Qualities Apt To Inspire Love.