If A Man Goes A Little Too

It Is A Sad Weakness In Us, After All, That The Thought Of A Man's Death Hallows Him Anew To Us; As If Life Were Not Sacred Too.

Scepticismcan Never Be Thoroughly Applied, Else Life Would Come To A Standstill.

It Is Impossible, To Me At Least, To Be Poetical In Cold Weather.

Blows Are Sarcasms Turned Stupid.

... The Business Of Life Shuts Us Up Within The Environs Of London And Within Sight Of Human Advancement, Which I Should Be So Very Glad To Believe In Without Seeing.