Some Illusions...are The Shadows Of Great Truths.

She Had Not Known The Weight Until She Felt The Freedom.

Men Of Cold Passions Have Quick Eyes.

Death Possesses A Good Deal, Of Real Estate, Namely, The Graveyard In Every Town.

To The Untrue Man, The Whole Universe Is False- It Is Impalpable- It Shrinks To Nothing Within His Grasp. And He Himself Is In So Far As He Shows Himself In A False Light, Becomes A Shadow, Or, Indeed, Ceases To Exist.

If We Take The Freedom To Put A Friend Under Our Microscope, We Thereby Insulate Him From Many Of His True Relations, Magnify His Peculiarities, Inevitably Tear Him Into Parts, And, Of Course, Patch Him Very Clumsily Together Again. What Wonder, Then, Should We Be Frightened By The Aspect Of A Monster.