Pure Motives Do Not Insure Perfect Results.

What A Position Of Transcendent Horror Must That Be, Where The Perpetrator Of A Great Crime, Till Then A Stranger To Positive Guilt, Finds Himself Suddenly Cut Off, And Forever, From All Human Sympathy, Isolated From Hope, The Tenant Of A Solitary Cell, And With A Wide, Impassable Gulf Yawning Between Him And That Great Brotherhood Of Which He Has Ceased To Be A Part--no Longer Regarded As A Man, But As A Monster In The Shape Of One, From Whom Mercy Herself Turns Away, And For Whom Pity Even Has No Tears!

Love Makes A Few Weeks So Rich That All The Rest Of Our Lives Seems Poor In Comparison.

What We Call Conscience In Many Instances, Is Only A Wholesome Fear Of The Law.

Something Of A Person's Character May Be Observed By How They Smile. Some Never Smile They Only Grin.

He Half Retrieves A Defeat Who Yields To It Gracefully.