I Entrench Myself In My Books Equally

Bread, Milk And Butter Are Of Venerable Antiquity. They Taste Of The Morning Of The World.

Beauty Too Often Sacrifices To Fashion. The Spirit Of Fashion Is Not The Beautiful, But The Wilful; Not The Graceful, But The Fantastic; Not The Superior In The Abstract, But The Superior In The Worst Of All Concretes,-the Vulgar.

When Moral Courage Feels That It Is In The Right, There Is No Personal Daring Of Which It Is Incapable.

Those Who Have Lost An Infant Are Never, As It Were, Without An Infant Child. Their Other Children Grow Up To Manhood And Womanhood, And Suffer All The Changes Of Mortality; But This One Alone Is Rendered An Immortal Child; For Death Has Arrested It With His Kindly Harshness, And Blessed It Into An Eternal Image Of Youth And Innocence.

If You Are Ever At A Loss To Support A Flagging Conversation, Introduce The Subject Of Eating.