I Would Give Worlds, Could I Believe

My Heart Is Its Own Grave!

Habit Is A Second Nature, And What Was At First Pleasure, Is Next Necessity.

All Beginnings Are Very Troublesome Things.

Knowledge Is Much Like Dust - It Sticks To One, One Does Not Know How.

There Can Be Neither Politically Nor Morally A Good Which Is Not Universal ... We Cannot Reform For A Time Or For A Class, But For All And For The Whole, And Our Very Interests Will Draw Us Together In One Wide Bond Of Sympathy.