I Was Struck All On A Heap.

Fame, The Sovereign Deity Of Proud Ambition.

Madam, A Circulating Library In A Town Is As An Evergreen Tree Of Diabolical Knowledge; It Blossoms Through The Year. And Depend On It That They Who Are So Fond Of Handling The Leaves, Will Long For The Fruit At Last.

Believe That Story False That Ought Not To Be True.

Certainly Nothing Is Unnatural That Is Not Physically Impossible.

Won't You Come Into The Garden? I Would Like My Roses To See You.