I Don't Believe In Princerple, But Oh

Sincerity Is Impossible, Unless It Pervade The Whole Being, And The Pretence Of It Saps The Very Foundation Of Character.

[b]ut In Literature, It Should Be Remembered, A Thing Always Becomes His At Last Who Says It Best, And Thus Makes It His Own.

We Cannot But Think There Is Something Like A Fallacy In Mr. Buckle's Theory That The Advance Of Mankind Is Necessarily In The Direction Of Science, And Not In That Of Morals.

He Mastered Whatever Was Not Worth The Knowing.

Whatever You May Be Sure Of, Be Sure Of This, That You Are Dreadfully Like Other People.