There Are Those To Whom One Must

Which Is More Misshapen,--religion Without Virtue, Or Virtue Without Religion?

One Day, A Daughter Of Aristotle, Pythias By Name, Was Asked What Color Pleased Her Most. She Replied, "the Color With Which Modesty Suffuses The Face Of Simple, Inoffensive Men.

Thoughts There Are, That Need No Embodying, No Form, No Expression. It Is Enough To Hint At Them Vaguely; A Word, And They Are Heard And Seen.

The Dregs May Stir Themselves As They Please; They Fall Back To The Bottom By Their Own Coarseness.

In Bringing Up A Child, Think Of Its Old Age.