Men, Like Musical Instruments, Seem Made To

Judicious Praise Is To Children What The Sun Is To Flowers.

Sorrow Is Never More Sorrowful Than When It Jests At Its Own Misery.

The Language Of The Heart--the Language Which "comes From The Heart" And "goes To The Heart"--is Always Simple, Always Graceful, And Always Full Of Power, But No Art Of Rhetoric Can Teach It. It Is At Once The Easiest And Most Difficult Language--difficult, Since It Needs A Heart To Speak It; Easy, Because Its Periods Though Rounded And Full Of Harmony, Are Still Unstudied.

He Half Retrieves A Defeat Who Yields To It Gracefully.

Tears Are Nature's Lotion For The Eyes. The Eyes See Better For Being Washed By Them.