From A Proud Tower In The Town,

The Nose Of A Mob Is Its Imagination. By This, At Any Time, It Can Be Quietly Led.

In Reading Some Books We Occupy Ourselves Chiefly With The Thoughts Of The Author; In Perusing Others, Exclusively With Our Own.

All That We See Or Seem Is But A Dream Within A Dream.

If You Wish To Forget Anything On The Spot, Make A Note That This Thing Is To Be Remembered.

Believe Me, There Exists No Such Dilemma As That In Which A Gentleman Is Placed When He Is Forced To Reply To A Blackguard.