How Wonderful, How Very Wonderful The Operations

The Worst Crimes; Are The Crimes Of The Heart

His Own Enjoyment, Or His Own Ease, Was, In Every Particular, His Ruling Principle.

That Is What I Like; That Is What A Young Man Ought To Be. Whatever Be His Pursuits, His Eagerness In Them Should Know No Moderation, And Leave Him No Sense Of Fatigue.

The Memory Is Sometimes So Retentive, So Serviceable, So Obedient-at Others So Bewildered And Weak-and At Others Again, So Tyrannic, So Beyond Control!

I Cannot Help Thinking That It Is More Natural To Have Flowers Grow Out Of The Head Than Fruit.