That Rarest Gift To Beauty, Common Sense!

George Eliot Has The Heart Of Sappho; But The Face, With The Long Proboscis, The Protruding Teeth Of The Apocalyptic Horse, Betrayed Animality.

Cultivated Men And Women Who Do Not Skim The Cream Of Life, And Are Attached To The Duties, Yet Escape The Harsher Blows, Make Acute And Balanced Observers.

Behold The Life At Ease; It Drifts, The Sharpened Life Commands Its Course.

Woman's Reason Is In The Milk Of Her Breasts.

Not Till The Fire Is Dying In The Grate, Look We For Any Kinship With The Stars. Oh, Wisdom Never Comes When It Is Gold, And The Great Price We Paid For It Full Worth: We Have It Only When We Are Half Earth. Little Avails That Coinage To The Old!