The Heart Of Silver Falls Ever Into

There Is A Chord In Every Heart That Has A Sigh In It If Touched Aright.

There Is Nothing That You May Not Get People To Believe In If You Will Only Tell It Them Loud Enough And Often Enough, Till The Welkin Rings With It.

When Passion And Habit Long Lie In Company It Is Only Slowly And With Incredulity That Habit Awakens To Finds Its Companion Fled, Itself Alone.

Emulation Is Active Virtue; Envy Is Brooding Malice.

Scandals Are Like Dandelion Seeds--they Are Arrow-headed, And Stick Where They Fall, And Bring Forth And Multiply Fourfold.