59. His head was a perfect sphere, and of such stupendous dimensions, that Dame Nature, with all her sex’s ingenuity would have been puzzled to construct a neck capable of supporting it; wherefore she wisely declined the attempt, and settled it firmly on the top of his backbone, just between the shoulders.—Irving.
60. Once an artist has chosen evil and not good, his clay model ceases to be art and becomes only a mass of mud.—Hillis.
61.
Kill not—for Pity’s sake—and lest ye slay
The meanest thing upon its upward way.—E. Arnold.
62. Then we are told how Fielding emptied his pockets into those of a poorer friend; and when the tax-gatherer came, said, “Friendship has called for the money; let the collector call again!”—Stephen.
63. He visited the nest when empty; he managed to have frequent peeps at the young; and notwithstanding he was driven off every time, he still hung around, with prying ways so exasperating that he well deserved a thrashing, and I wonder he did not get it.—Olive T. Miller.
64. Divinity lies all about us, and culture is too hide-bound to even suspect the fact.—Wm. James.
65.
I heard a thousand blended notes,