I Shall Cheerfully Bear The Reproach Of

In Employing Fiction To Make Truth Clear And Goodness Attractive, We Are Only Following The Example Which Every Christian Ought To Propose To Himself.

We Do Not Think It Necessary To Prove That A Quack Medicine Is Poison; Let The Vender Prove It To Be Sanative.

In That Temple Of Silence And Reconciliation Where The Enmities Of Twenty Generations Lie Buried, In The Great Abbey Which Has During Many Ages Afforded A Quiet Resting-place To Those Whose Minds And Bodies Have Been Shattered By The Contentions Of The Great Hall.

I Don't Mind Your Thinking Slowly; I Mind Your Publishing Faster Than You Think.

He Had A Head Which Statuaries Loved To Copy, And A Foot The Deformity Of Which The Beggars In The Streets Mimicked.