Colors Are The Smiles Of Nature.

When Moral Courage Feels That It Is In The Right, There Is No Personal Daring Of Which It Is Incapable.

Write Me As One Who Loves His Fellow Men.

The Rapturuous, Wild, And Ineffable Pleasure Of Drinking At Somebody Else's Expense

Hair Is The Most Delicate And Lasting Of Our Materials, And Survives Us, Like Love. It Is So Light, So Gentle; So Escaping From The Idea Of Death, That, With A Lock Of Hair Belonging To A Child Or Friend, We May Almost Look Up To Heaven And Compare Notes With The Angelic Nature,--may Almost Say, "i Have A Piece Of Thee Here Not Unworthy Of Thy Being Now.

The Last Excessive Feelings Of Delight Are Always Grave.