Ugliness Without Tact Is Horrible.

The Love Of Science To Rival The Love Of Woman, In Its Depth And Absorbing Energy.

The Aspect Of The Venerable Mansion Has Always Affected Me Like A Human Countenance, Bearing The Traces Not Merely Of Outward Storm And Sunshine, But Expressive Also, Of The Long Lapse Of Mortal Life, And Accompanying Vicissitudes That Have Passed Within. Were These To Be Worthily Recounted, They Would Form A Narrative Of No Small Interest And Instruction, And Possessing, Moreover, A Certain Remarkable Unity, Which Might Almost Seem The Result Of Artistic Arrangement.

What A Happy And Holy Fashion It Is That Those Who Love One Another Should Rest On The Same Pillow.

What Is The Voice Of Song When The World Lacks The Ear Of Taste?

A Grave, Wherever Found, Preaches A Short And Pithy Sermon To The Soul.