Of All Forms Of Human Error, Prophesy

What Moments Of Despair That Life Would Ever Be Made Precious To Me By The Consciousness That I Lived To Some Good Purpose! It Was That Sort Of Despair That Sucked Away The Sap Of Half The Hours Which Might Have Been Filled By Energetic Youthful Activity: And The Same Demon Tries To Get Hold Of Me Again Whenever An Old Work Is Dismissed And A New One Is Being Meditated.

One Can Say Everything Best Over A Meal.

To Know Intense Joy Without A Strong Bodily Frame, One Must Have An Enthusiastic Soul.

Every Limit Is A Beginning As Well As An Ending.

Half The Sorrows Of Women Would Be Averted If They Could Repress The Speech They Know To Be Useless-nay, The Speech They Have Resolved Not To Utter.