Everybody's Business Is Nobody's Business.

It Is Certain That Satirical Poems Were Common At Rome From A Very Early Period. The Rustics, Who Lived At A Distance From The Seat Of Government, And Took Little Part In The Strife Of Factions, Gave Vent To Their Petty Local Animosities In Coarse Fescennine Verse.

This Is The Highest Miracle Of Genius, That Things Which Are Not Should Be As Though They Were, That The Imaginations Of One Mind Should Become The Personal Recollections Of Another.

She Thoroughly Understands What No Other Church Has Ever Understood, How To Deal With Enthusiasts.

In That Temple Of Silence And Reconciliation Where The Enmities Of Twenty Generations Lie Buried, In The Great Abbey Which Has During Many Ages Afforded A Quiet Resting-place To Those Whose Minds And Bodies Have Been Shattered By The Contentions Of The Great Hall.

But Thou, Through Good And Evil, Praise And Blame, Wilt Not Thou Love Me For Myself Alone? Yes, Thou Wilt Love Me With Exceeding Love, And I Will Tenfold All That Love Repay; Still Smiling, Though The Tender May Reprove, Still Faithful, Though The Trusted May Betray.