Wishes, At Least, Are The

Not Peace At Any Price! Chains Are Worse Than Bayonets.

Habitual Intoxication Is The Epitome Of Every Crime.

Malice Blunts The Point Of Wit.

The Language Of Women Should Be Luminous, But Not Voluminous.

A Creature Undefiled By The Taint Of The World, Unvexed By Its Injustice, Unwearied By Its Hollow Pleasures; A Being Fresh From The Source Of Light, With Something Of Its Universal Lustre In It. If Childhood Be This, How Holy The Duty To See That In Its Onward Growth It Shall Be No Other!