Divination seems heightened and raised to its highest power in woman.

Modesty is bred of self-reverence. Fine manners are the mantle of fair minds.

Who knows, the mind has the key to all things besides.

Labor humanizes, exalts.

Good-humor, gay spirits, are the liberators, the sure cure for spleen and melancholy. Deeper than tears, these irradiate the tophets with their glad heavens. Go laugh, vent the pits, transmuting imps into angels by the alchemy of smiles. The satans flee at the sight of these redeemers.

One must be rich in thought and character to owe nothing to books.

Nor do we accept, as genuine the person not characterized by this blushing bashfulness, this youthfulness of heart, this sensibility to the sentiment of suavity and self-respect. Modesty is bred of self-reverence. Fine manners are the mantle of fair minds. None are truly great without this ornament.