Sympathy Is A Sweet Thing.

She Is Too Fond Of Books, And It Has Turned Her Brain.

It Is Never Too Early To Try And Plant [good Principles] In A Child, And Never Too Late To Cultivate Them In The Most Neglected Person.

The Female Population Exceeds The Male, You Know, Especially In New England, Which Accounts For The High State Of Culture We Are In, Perhaps.

The Mere Possession Of A Gun Is, In Itself, An Urge To Kill, Not Only By Design, But By Accident, By Madness, By Fright, By Bravado.

November Is The Most Disagreeable Month In The Whole Year," Said Margaret, Standing At The Window One Dull Afternoon, Looking Out At The Frostbitten Garden. "that's The Reason I Was Born In It," Observed Jo Pensively, Quite Unconscious Of The Blot On Her Nose.