The Heart Contracts As The Pocket Expands.

A Profusion Of Fancies And Quotations Is Out Of Place In A Love-letter. True Feeling Is Always Direct, And Never Deviates Into By-ways To Cull Flowers Of Rhetoric.

It Is Curious To What A Degree One May Become Attached To A Fine Tree, Especially When It Is Placed Where Trees Are Rare.

Whether One Talks Well Depends Very Much Upon Whom He Has To Talk To.

Excellence In Art Is Largely The Result Of Attention To Minutiae, And--prayer.

Satire Is An Abuse Of Wit. It Corrects Few Evils.