Contempt Is Egotism In Ill- Humor.

Why Is It That So Many Of Us Persist In Thinking That Autumn Is A Sad Season? Nature Has Merely Fallen Asleep, And Her Dreams Must Be Beautiful If We Are To Judge By Her Countenance.

A Maxim Is A Conclusion Upon Observation Of Matters Of Fact, And Is Merely Speculative; A "principle" Carries Knowledge Within Itself, And Is Prospective.

An Idea, In The Highest Sense Of That Word, Cannot Be Conveyed But By A Symbol.

Nature Is A Wary Wily Long-breathed Old Witch, Tough-lived As A Turtle And Divisible As The Polyp, Repullulative In A Thousand Snips And Cuttings, Integra Et In Toto! She Is Sure To Get The Better Of Lady Mind In The Long Run, And To Take Her Revenge Too Transforms Our To Day Into A Canvass Dead-colored To Receive The Dull Featureless Portait Of Yesterday.

A Man's Desire Is For The Woman, But The Woman's Desire Is Rarely Other Than For The Desire Of The Man.