When All Shoot At One

It Is For Want Of Self-culture That The Superstition Of Travelling, Whose Idols Are Italy, England, Egypt, Retains Its Fascinationfor All Educated Americans.

Society Is Frivolous, And Shreds Its Day Into Scraps, Its Conversation Into Ceremonies And Escapes.

Beauty Rests On Necessities.

The Idea Of God Ends In A Paltry Methodist Meeting-house.

Love Is Like Wildflowers; It's Often Found In The Most Unlikely Places.