When buty and good sense jine each other, yu hav got a mixtur that will stand both wet and dry weather.
I hav never seen a woman with good sense but what had buty enuff tew make herself hily agreeable; but i hav seen 3 or 4 wimmin in mi day who hadn’t sense enuff tew make a good deal ov buty the least bit charming.
But, az i sed before, thare ain’t no posatiff rule for buty, and i am dredful glad ov it, for every boddy would be after 46 that rule, and sumboddy wouldn’t git enny rule, besides running a grate risk ov gitting jammed in the rush.
Man buty iz a awful weak komplaint—it iz wuss, if possible, than the nosegay disseaze.
If there iz sitch a thing az a butiful man on earth, he haz mi simpathy. Even mithology had but one Adonis, and the only accomplishment he had waz tew blatt like a lamb.
FAITH.
Faith iz the rite bower ov Hope.
If it want for faith, thare would be no living in this world. We couldn’t even eat hash with enny safety, if it want for faith.
Human knowledge is very short, and don’t reach but a little ways, and even that little ways iz twilite; but faith lengthens out the road, and makes it light, so that we kan see tew read the letterings on the mile stuns.
Faith haz won more viktorys than all the other pashuns or sentiments ov the heart and hed put together.