A Sealed Book, At Whose Contents We

An Apt Quotation Is Like A Lamp Which Flings Its Light Over The Whole Sentence.

It Is Said That Ridicule Is The Test Of Truth; But It Is Never Applied Except When We Wish To Deceive Ourselves - When If We Cannot Exclude The Light, We Would Fain Draw The Curtain Before It. The Sneer Springs Out Of The Wish To Deny; And Wretched Must That State Of Mind Be, That Wishes To Take Refuge In Doubt.

The Truth Is, We Never Make For Others The Allowance We Make For Ourselves; And We Should Deny Even Our Own Words, Could We Hear Them Spoken By Another.

Habit Is A Second Nature, And What Was At First Pleasure, Is Next Necessity.

Hopes And Regrets Are The Sweetest Links Of Existence.