ps.--_Shakespeare._

The lips of a fool swallow up himself.--_Bible._

~Literature.~--Literature happens to be the only occupation in which wages
are not given in proportion to the goodness of the work done.--_Froude._

The literature of a people must spring from the sense of its
nationality; and nationality is impossible without self-respect, and
self-respect is impossible without liberty.--_Mrs. Stowe._

Cleverness is a sort of genius for instrumentality. It is the brain of
the hand. In literature, cleverness is more frequently accompanied by
wit, genius, and sense, than by humor.--_Coleridge._

When literature is the sole business of life, it becomes a drudgery.
When we are able to resort to it only at certain hours, it is a charming
relaxation. In my earlier days I was a banker's clerk, obliged to be at
the desk everyday from ten till five o'clock; and I shall never forget
the delight with which, on returning home, I used to read and write
during the evening.--_Rogers._

Literary history is the great morgue where all seek the dead ones whom
they love, or to whom they are related.--_Heinrich Heine._

Whatever the skill of any country be in sciences, it is from excellence
in polite learning alone that it must expect a character from
posterity.--_Goldsmith._

~Logic.~--Logic differeth from rhetoric as the fist from the palm; the one
close, the other at large.--_Bacon._

Syllogism is of necessary use, even to the lovers of truth, to show them
the fallacies that are often concealed in florid, witty, or involved
discourses.--_Locke._

Logic is the art of convincing us of some truth.--_Bruyere._

~Love.~--Fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love, that, like a testy
babe, will scratch the nurse, and presently, all humbled, will kiss the
rod!--_Shakespeare._

Love is the cross and passion of the heart; its end, its errand.--_P. L.
Bailey._

Love is frightened at the intervals of insensibility and callousness
that encroach by little and little on the dominion of grief, and it
makes efforts to recall the keenness of the first anguish.--_George
Eliot._

Love while 't is day; night cometh soon, wherein no man or maiden
may.--_Joaquin Miller._

Love has a way of cheating itself consciously, like a child who plays at
solitary hide-and-seek; it is pleased with assurances that it all the
while disbelieves.--_George Eliot._

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love
with words.--_Shak