Silence,--the Applause Of Real And Durable Impressions.

Modesty And Dew Love The Shade.

Men Are Misers, And Women Prodigal, In Affection.

Fiction Is The Microscope Of Truth.

We Don't Have Two Hearts, One For Animals And One For Humans ; We Have One Heart Or We Don't Have Any.

Thou Makest The Man, O Sorrow!--yes, The Whole Man,--as The Crucible Gold.