Let the reader find that he cannot afford to omit any line of your writing because you you have omitted every word that he can spare.

Good manners are made up of petty sacrifices.

The beautiful is never plentiful.

The days come and go but they say nothing, and if we do not use the gifts they bring, they carry them as silently away.

Genius is its own end.

Wise cultivated, genial conversation is the last flower of civilization, and the best result which life has to offer us,--a cup for gods, which has no repentance. Conversation is our account of ourselves. All we have, all we can, all we know, is brought into play, and as the reproduction in finer form, of all our havings.

People are timid and apologetic; they are no longer upright; they dare not say "I think," "I am," but quote some saint or sage. They are ashamed before the blade of grass or the blowing rose. These roses under my window make no reference to former roses or to better ones; they are for what they are; they exist with God to-day.