All The Butterflies And Cockyolybirds

Beauty Is God's Handwriting — A Wayside Sacrament; Welcome It In Every Fair Face, Every Fair Sky, Every Fair Flower, And Thank For It Him.

No Earnest Thinker Is A Plagiarist Pure And Simple. He Will Never Borrow From Others That Which He Has Not Already, More Or Less, Thought Out For Himself.

After All, There Is Such A Thing As Looking Like A Gentleman. There Are Men Whose Class No Dirt Or Rags Can Hide, Any More Than They Could Ulysses. I Have Seen Such Men In Plenty Among Workmen, Too; But, On The Whole, The Gentleman--by Whom I Do Not Mean Just Now The Rich--have The Superiority In That Point. But Not, Please God, Forever. Give Us The Same Air, Water, Exercise, Education, Good Society, And You Will See Whether This "haggardness," This "coarseness" (etc., For The List Is Too Long To Specify), Be An Accident, Or A Property, Of The Man Of The People.

Cheerfulness Is Full Of Significance: It Suggests Good Health, A Clear Conscience, And A Soul At Peace With All Human Nature.

I Can Conceive Few Human States More Enviable Than That Of The Man To Whom, Panting In The Foul Laboratory, Or Watching For His Life Under The Tropic Forest, Isis Shall For A Moment Lift Her Sacred Veil, And Show Him, Once And For Ever, The Thing He Dreamed Not Of; Some Law, Or Even Mere Hint Of A Law, Explaining One Fact; But Explaining With It A Thousand More, Connecting Them All With Each Other And With The Mighty Whole, Till Order And Meaning Shoots Through Some Old Chaos Of Scattered Observations.