The Joy Of Heaven Will

As Society Advances The Standard Of Poverty Rises.

It Seems Strange That A Butterfly's Wing Should Be Woven Up So Thin And Gauzy In The Monstrous Loom Of Nature, And Be So Delicately Tipped With Fire From Such A Gross Hand, And Rainbowed All Over In Such A Storm Of Thunderous Elements. The Marvel Is That Such Great Forces Do Such Nice Work.

Who Escapes A Duty, Avoids A Gain.

I Believe In The Admission Of Women To The Full Rights Of Citizenship And Share In Government, On The Express Grounds That Few Women Keep House So Badly Or With Such Wastefulness As Chancellors Of The Exchequer Keep The State.

Love Is The Piety Of The Affections.