Nature's Deepest Laws, Her Only

The Loveliest Fairy In The World; And Her Name Is Mrs Do As You Would Bed One By.

Better Is Old Wine Than New, And Old Friends Like-wise.

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.

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.

If I Am Ever Obscure In My Expressions, Do Not Fancy That Therefore I Am Deep. If I Were Really Deep, All The World Would Understand, Though They Might Not Appreciate. The Perfectly Popular Style Is The Perfectly Scientific One. To Me An Obscurity Is A Reason For Suspecting A Fallacy.