... If Fiction Does Not Show Us

In All Troublous Events We May Find Comfort, Though It Be Only In The Negative Admission That Things Might Have Been Worse.

But The Lover's Power Is The Poet's Power. He Can Make Love From All The Common Strings With Which This World Is Strung.

... Though Mathematics May Teach A Man How To Build A Bridge, It Is What The Scotch Universities Call The Humanities, That Teach Him To Be Civil And Sweet-tempered.

All Changes Are More Or Less Tinged With Melancholy, For What We Are Leaving Behind Is Part Of Ourselves.

All Revolutions Are Treason Until They Are Accomplished.