A little girl, when her mother exclaimed in fun, "What, kiss such a homely man as papa?" replied, " Oh, but papa is real pretty in his heart."
Light and darkness, heat and cold, hunger and food, sweet and sour, solid, liquid and gas, circle us round in a wreath of pleasures, and by their agreeable quarrel beguile life's day.
The blood of the martyrs is the seed of the church.
