A Beautiful Woman Is A Practical Poet,

When A Happy Person Comes Into The Room, It Is As If Another Candle Has Been Lit.

We Are Too Civil To Books. For A Few Golden Sentences We Will Turn Over And Actually Read A Volume Of Four Or Five Hundred Pages.

Nature Is Sanative, Refining, Elevating. How Cunningly She Hides Every Wrinkle Of Her Inconceivable Antiquity Under Roses, And Violets, And Morning Dew! Every Inch Of The Mountains Is Scarred By Unimaginable Convulsions, Yet The New Day Is Purple With The Bloom Of Youth And Love.

Cities Degrade Us By Magnifying Trifles.

Men Lose Their Tempers In Defending Their Taste.