Queen Mary Had A Way Of Interrupting

The Real Object Of The Drama Is The Exhibition Of Human Character.

The Spartan, Smiting And Spurning The Wretched Helot, Moves Our Disgust. But The Same Spartan, Calmly Dressing His Hair, And Uttering His Concise Jests, On What The Well Knows To Be His Last Day, In The Pass Of Thermopylae, Is Not To Be Contemplated Without Admiration.

This Is The Best Book Ever Written By Any Man On The Wrong Side Of A Question Of Which He Is Profoundly Ignorant.

Grief, Which Disposes Gentle Natures To Retirement, To Inaction, And To Meditation, Only Makes Restless Spirits More Restless.

Nobles By The Right Of An Earlier Creation, And Priests By The Imposition Of A Mightier Hand.