Anybody's Applause Is Better Than Nobody's.

My Heart Is Its Own Grave!

There Is A Large Stock On Hand; But Somehow Or Other, Nobody's Experience Ever Suits Us But Our Own.

Habit Is Our Idea Of Eternity.

Alas! The Praise Given To The Ear Ne'er Was Nor Ne'er Can Be Sincere.

Charity Is A Calm, Severe Duty; It Must Be Intellectual, To Be Advantageous. It Is A Strange Mistake That It Should Ever Be Considered A Merit; Its Fulfillment Is Only What We Owe To Each Other, And Is A Debt Never Paid To Its Full Extent.