Cats at firesides live luxuriously and are the picture of comfort.

Happy opinions are the wine of the heart.

The fish is swift, small-needing, vague yet clear, A cold, sweet, silver life, wrapped in round waves.

Those who have lost an infant are never, as it were, without an infant child. Their other children grow up to manhood and womanhood, and suffer all the changes of mortality; but this one alone is rendered an immortal child; for death has arrested it with his kindly harshness, and blessed it into an eternal image of youth and innocence.

There is scarcely a single joy or sorrow within the experience of our fellow-creatures which we have not tasted; yet the belief, in the good and beautiful has never forsaken us. It has been medicine to us in sickness, richness in poverty, and the best part of all that ever delighted us in health and success.

Bread, milk and butter are of venerable antiquity. They taste of the morning of the world.

Christmas is the glorious time of great Too-Much.