Qualities Not Regulated Run Into Their Opposites.

We Trifle When We Assign Limits To Our Desires, Since Nature Hath Set None.

It Is Indeed A Misfortune For A Woman To Be Without Beauty, As With Men The Eye Is The Chief Arbiter Of Qualities In The Sex. Her Beauty Is Her Capital--her Worth In The Market Matrimonial Depends Upon It. With Her The Virtues Are Less Reverenced When Unaccompanied By The Graces. The Sex Understand This Very Well; And Hence They Seek Mainly To Make Captive The Eye, Knowing The Mind And Heart Will Follow As A Matter Of Course.

He That Shrinks From The Grave With Too Great A Dread, Has An Invisible Fear Behind Him Pushing Him Into It.

Rejecting The Miracles Of Christ, We Still Have The Miracle Of Christ Himself.

Winter Is The Night Of Vegetation.