To What Fortuitous Occurrence Do We Not

She Who Makes Her Husband And Her Children Happy, Who Reclaims The One From Vice, And Trains Up The Other To Virtue, Is A Much Greater Character Than The Ladies Described In Romance, Whose Whole Occupation Is To Murder Mankind With Shafts From Their Quiver Or Their Eyes.

In Arguing Too, The Parson Own'd His Skill, For E'en Though Vanquish'd He Could Argue Still; While Words Of Learned Length And Thundering Sound Amaz'd The Gazing Rustics Rang'd Around; And Still They Gaz'd, And Still The Wonder Grew That One Small Head Could Carry All He Knew.

I Have Found By Experience That They Who Have Spent All Their Lives In Cities Contract Not Only An Effeminacy Of Habit, But Of Thinking.

Creation's Heir, The World, The World Is Mine!

In Proportion As Society Refines, New Books Must Ever Become More Necessary.