Remorse Begets Reform.

We Are Never More In Danger Than When We Think Ourselves Most Secure, Nor In Reality More Secure Than When We Seem To Be Most In Danger.

As If The World And They Were Hand And Glove.

Misery Still Delights To Trace Its Semblance In Another's Case.

Strange As It May Seem, The Most Ludicrous Lines I Ever Wrote Have Been Written In The Saddest Mood.

Still Ending, And Beginning Still.