. "So, you're going to marry old Mrs. . Well, I think you're a dooced…

(to silent Partner). "Pray! have you no conversation?"

. "I think, sir, if you would be so good as to go first, and break the top rail, my pony would get over."

Her neck is bared—the blow is struck—the soul has pass'd away; The bright—the beautiful—is now a bleeding piece of clay!— A solemn text! Go, think of it, in silence and alone, Then weigh against a grain of sand the glories of a throne!

There is poetry and there is beauty in real sympathy; but there is more—there is action. […] The noblest and most powerful form of sympathy is not merely the responsive tear, the echoed sigh, the answering look—it is the embodiment of the …

Good and beautiful things may easily be spoiled by suggestions of rights and duties

The human face is the organic seat of beauty.... It is the register of value in development, a record of Experience, whose legitimate office is to perfect the life, a legible language to those who will study it, of the majestic mistress, …