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

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

Where the mouth is sweet and the eyes intelligent, there is always the look of beauty, with a right heart.

For the most part, we should pray rather in aspiration than petition, rather by hoping than requesting; in which spirit also we may breathe a devout wish for a blessing on others upon occasions when it might be presumptuous to beg it.

The perfection of conversational intercourse is when the breeding of high life is animated by the fervor of genius.

Beauty too often sacrifices to fashion.

Christmas is the glorious time of great Too-Much.