Chance, My Dear, Is The Sovereign Deity

Imagination Helps The Realism Of Every Detail, And Only Sees The Beauties Of The Work.

The Smallest Flower Is A Thought, A Life Answering To Some Feature Of The Great Whole, Of Whom They Have A Persistent Intuition.

Unintelligent Persons Are Like Weeds That Thrive In Good Ground; They Love To Be Amused In Proportion To The Degree In Which They Weary Themselves.

The Secret Of A Great Success For Which You Are At A Loss To Account Is A Crime That Has Never Been Found Out, Because It Was Properly Executed.

Death Unites As Well As Separates; It Silences All Paltry Feeling.