Thought Makes Everything Fit For Use.

In A Tavern Everybody Puts On Airs Except The Landlord.

The Charm Of Fine Manners Is Music And Sculpture And Picture To Many Who Do Not Pretend To Appreciation Of These Arts.

The City Is Always Recruited From The Country. The Men In Cities Who Are The Centres Of Energy, The Driving-wheels Of Trade, Politics Or Practical Arts, And The Women Of Beauty And Genius, Are The Children Or Grandchildren Of Farmers, And Are Spending The Energies Which Their Fathers' Hardy, Silent Life Accumulated In Frosty Furrows In Poverty, Necessity And Darkness.

Man's Actions Are The Picture Book Of His Creeds.

I See That Sensible Men And Conscientious Men All Over The World Were Of One Religion Of Well-doing And Daring.