Every Time You Wink The Stars Move.

The Wings Of Time Are Black And White, Pied With Morning And With Night.

In Our Mechanics' Fair, There Must Be Not Only Bridges, Ploughs, Carpenter's Planes, And Baking Troughs, But Also Some Few Finer Instruments,--rain-gauges, Thermometers, And Telescopes; And In Society, Besides Farmers, Sailors, And Weavers, There Must Be A Few Persons Of Purer Fire Kept Specially As Gauges And Meters Of Character; Persons Of A Fine, Detecting Instinct, Who Note The Smallest Accumulations Of Wit And Feeling In The Bystander.

Cut These Words And They Would Bleed; They Are Vascular And Alive.

Manners Make The Fortune Of The Ambitious Youth.

Let The Bird Sing Without Deciphering The Song.