The Unaffected Language Of Real Feeling And

The Bore Is Usually Considered A Harmless Creature, Or Of That Class Of Irrationa Bipeds Who Hurt Only Themselves.

Promises Are Dangerous Things To Ask Or To Give.

Habit Is, To Weak Minds, A Species Of Moral Predestination, From Which They Have No Power To Escape.

Let Menot, Even Inmyownmind, Committheinjustice Of Taking A Speck For The Whole.

When One Illusion Vanishes, Another Shall Appear, And, Still Leading Me Forward Towards An Horizon That Retreats As I Advance, The Happy Prospect Of Futurity Shall Vanish Only With My Existence.