And The Top Spoke No More Of

Every Town, Like Every Man, Has Its Own Countenance; They Have A Common Likeness And Yet Are Different; One Keeps In His Mind All Their Peculiar Touches.

I Have Gone Through The Most Terrible Affair That Could Possibly Happen; Only Imagine, My Shadow Has Gone Mad; I Suppose Such A Poor, Shallow Brain, Could Not Bear Much; He Fancies That He Has Become A Real Man, And That I Am His Shadow.

It Is The Power Of Thought That Gives Man Power Over Nature.

I Covet Honour In The Same Way As A Miser Covets Gold.

The Sun Shines Upon Good And Bad Alike.