Utopias Are Often Just Premature Truths.

The Loss Of A Mother Is Always Keenly Felt, Even If Her Health Be Such As To Incapacitate Her From Taking An Active Part In The Care Of The Family. She Is The Sweet Rallying-point For Affection, Obedience, And A Thousand Tendernesses. Dreary The Blank When She Is Withdrawn!

History Is Neither More Nor Less Than Biography On A Large Scale.

Eloquence Dwells Quite As Much In The Hearts Of The Hearers As On The Lips Of The Orator.

Virginity Is The Poetry, Not The Reality, Of Life.

Unanimity Is The Mistress Of Strength.