How Many Good Books Suffer Neglect Through

The Believer Is Happy. The Doubter Is Wise.

Beauty Of Whatever Kind, In Its Supreme Development, Invariably Excites The Sensitive Soul To Tears.

False Hope Is Nicer Than No Hope At All.

We Gave Him A Hearty Welcome, For There Was Nearly Half As Much Of The Entertaining As Of The Contemptible About The Man.

I Became Insane, With Long Intervals Of Horrible Sanity.