The Virtue Of Christianity Is Obedience.

What A Pity It Is That There Are So Many Words! Whenever One Wants To Say Anything, Three Or Four Ways Of Saying It Run Into One's Head Together; And One Can't Tell Which To Choose. It Is As Troublesome And Puzzling As Choosing A Ribbon ... Or A Husband.

The Mind Is Like A Sheet Of White Paper In This, That The Impressions It Receives The Oftenest, And Retains The Longest, Are Black Ones.

The Next Best Thing To A Very Good Joke Is A Very Bad One.

Many People Make Their Own God; And He Is Much What The French May Mean When They Talk Of Le Bon Dieu,--very Indulgent, Rather Weak, Near At Hand When We Want Anything, But Far Away Out Of Sight When We Have A Mind To Do Wrong. Such A God Is As Much An Idol As If He Were An Image Of Stone.

True Goodness Is Like The Glow-worm In This, That It Shines Most When No Eyes Except Those Of Heaven Are Upon It.