Summer Has Set In With Its Usual

I Have Often Been Surprised That Mathematics, The Quintessence Of Truth, Should Have Found Admirers So Few And So Languid. Frequent Consideration And Minute Scrutiny Have At Length Unravelled The Cause: Viz . That Though Reason Is Feasted, Imagination Is Starved; Whilst Reason Is Luxuriating In Its Proper Paradise, Imagination Is Wearily Travelling On A Dreary Desert.

Moral Obligation Is To Me So Very Strong A Stimulant, That In 9 Cases Out Of Ten It Acts As A Narcotic. The Blow That Should Rouse, Stuns Me.

The Heart Should Have Fed Upon The Truth, As Insects On A Leaf, Till It Be Tinged With The Color, And Show Its Food In Every ... Minutest Fiber.

Guilt Is A Timorous Thing Ere Perpetration; Despair Alone Makes Guilty Men Be Bold.

There Is Nothing Insignificant-nothing.