Quality, Not Quantity, Is My Measure.

That Questionable Superfluity Small Beer.

The Language Of Women Should Be Luminous, But Not Voluminous.

A Creature Undefiled By The Taint Of The World, Unvexed By Its Injustice, Unwearied By Its Hollow Pleasures; A Being Fresh From The Source Of Light, With Something Of Its Universal Lustre In It. If Childhood Be This, How Holy The Duty To See That In Its Onward Growth It Shall Be No Other!

O This Itch Of The Ear, That Breaks Out At The Tongue! Were Not Curiosity So Over-busy, Detraction Would Soon Be Starved To Death.

A Piece Of Simple Goodness--a Letter Gushing From The Heart; A Beautiful Unstudied Vindication Of The Worth And Untiring Sweetness Of Human Nature--a Record Of The Invulnerability Of Man, Armed With High Purpose, Sanctified By Truth.