Unkind Language Is Sure To Produce The

Nature Has Placed Mankind Under The Government Of Two Sovereign Masters, Pain And Pleasure.

In The Mind Of All, Fiction, In The Logical Sense, Has Been The Coin Of Necessity;—in That Of Poets Of Amusement—in That Of The Priest And The Lawyer Of Mischievous Immorality In The Shape Of Mischievous Ambition,—and Too Often Both Priest And Lawyer Have Framed Or Made In Part This Instrument.

Happiness Is A Very Pretty Thing To Feel, But Very Dry To Talk About.

Judges Of Elegance And Taste Consider Themselves As Benefactors To The Human Race, Whilst They Are Really Only The Interrupters Of Their Pleasure ... There Is No Taste Which Deserves The Epithet Good, Unless It Be The Taste For Such Employments Which, To The Pleasure Actually Produced By Them, Conjoin Some Contingent Or Future Utility: There Is No Taste Which Deserves To Be Characterized As Bad, Unless It Be A Taste For Some Occupation Which Has Mischievous Tendency.

Kind Words Cost No More Than Unkind Ones . . . And We May Scatter The Seeds Of Courtesy And Kindliness Around Us At So Little Expense. If You Would Fall Into Any Extreme Let It Be On The Side Of Gentleness. The Human Mind Is So Constructed That It Resists Vigor And Yields To Softness.