Her Countenance Was All Expression; Her Eyes

In Other Studies You Go As Far As Other Have Gone Before You, And There Is Nothing More To Know; But In A Scientific Pursuit There Is Continual Food For Discovery And Wonder.

If Our Impulses Were Confined To Hunger, Thirst, And Desire, We Might Be Nearly Free; But Now We Are Moved By Every Wind That Blows And A Chance Word Or Scene That That Word May Convey To Us.

I, A Miserable Wretch, Haunted By A Curse That Shut Up Every Avenue To Enjoyment.

Life, Although It May Only Be An Accumulation Of Anguish, Is Dear To Me, And I Will Defend It.

Nothing Is So Painful To The Human Mind As A Great And Sudden Change.