But Nothing Is More Insidious Than The

...the Figure Near At Hand Suffers On Such Occasions, Because It Shows Up Its Sorriness Without Shade; While Vague Figures Afar Off Are Honored, In That Their Distance Makes Artistic Virtues Of Their Stains. In Considering What Tess Was Not, He Overlooked What She Was, And Forgot That The Defective Can Be More Than The Entire.

Women Are So Strange In Their Influence That They Tempt You To Misplaced Kindness.

I Want To Question My Belief, So That What Is Left After I Have Questioned It, Will Be Even Stronger.

Bless Thy Simplicity, Tess

We Colour And Mould According To The Wants Within Us Whatever Our Eyes Bring In.