All Our Tastes Are But Reminiscences.

Poetry Has Been The Guardian Angel Of Humanity In All Ages.

Assassination Makes Only Martyrs, Not Converts.

My Dog! The Difference Between Thee And Me Knows Only Our Creator.

A Conscience Without God Is Like A Court Without A Judge.

There Are Places And Climates, Seasons And Hours, With Their Outward Circumstance, So Much In Harmony With Certain Impressions Of The Heart, That Nature And The Soul Of Man Appear To Be Parts Of One Vast Whole.