A Word That Breathes Distinctly Has Not

I Do Not Feel I Could Give Up All For Christ, Were I Called To Die.

It Is Essential To The Sanity Of Mankind That Each One Should Think The Other Crazy - A Condition With Which The Cynicism Of Human Nature So Cordially Complies, One Could Wish It Were A Concurrence Upon A Subject More Noble.

The Crime, From Us, Is Hidden, [though] He Is Presumed To Know.

Unto A Broken Heart No Other One May Go Without The High Prerogative Itself Hath Suffered Too.

We Never Know We Go When We Are Going- We Jest And Shut The Door- Fate-following-behind Us Bolts It- And We Accost No More-.