Is Base In Kind, And Born To

A Heretic, My Dear Sir, Is A Fellow Who Disagrees With You Regarding Something Neither Of You Knows Anything About.

All Affectation; 'tis My Perfect Scorn; Object Of My Implacable Disgust.

An Epigram Is But A Feeble Thing - With Straw In Tail, Stuck There By Way Of Sting.

The Darkest Day, If You Live Till Tomorrow, Will Have Passed Away.

All Zeal For A Reform, That Gives Offence To Peace And Charity, Is Mere Pretence.