As We Are Poetical In Our Natures,

Learning Is, In Too Many Cases, But A Foil To Common Sense; A Substitute For True Knowledge.

The More A Man Writes, The More He Can Write.

Our Energy Is In Proportion To The Resistance It Meets.

Virtue Steals, Like A Guilty Thing, Into The Secret Haunts Of Vice And Infamy, Clings To Their Devoted Victim, And Will Not Be Driven Quite Away. Nothing Can Destroy The Human Heart.

Cunning Is The Art Of Concealing Our Own Defects, And Discovering Other People's Weaknesses.