All Sympathy Not Consistent With Acknowledged Virtue

I Have Heard Of Reasons Manifold Why Love Must Needs Be Blind, But This The Best Of All I Hold,- His Eyes Are In His Mind.

Novels Are To Love As Fairy Tales To Dreams.

Ancestral Voices Prophesying War.

If Men Could Learn From History, What Lessons It Might Teach Us. But Passion And Party Blind Our Eyes, And The Light Which Experience Gives Us Is A Lantern On The Stern, Which Shines Only On The Waves Behind Us.

He Went Like One That Hath Been Stunn'd, And Is Of Sense Forlorn: A Sadder And A Wiser Man He Rose The Morrow Morn.