Surprises, Like Misfortunes, Seldom Come Alone.

It Was A Foggy Day In London, And The Fog Was Heavy And Dark. Animate London, With Smarting Eyes And Irritated Lungs, Was Blinking, Wheezing, And Choking; Inanimate London Was A Sooty Spectre, Divided In Purpose Between Being Visible And Invisible, And So Being Wholly Neither.

If The World Go Wrong, It Was, In Some Off-hand Manner, Never Meant To Go Right.

I Hope That Real Love And Truth Are Stronger In The End Than Any Evil Or Misfortune In The World.

A Boy's Story Is The Best That Is Ever Told.

Loves And Cupids Took To Flight Afraid, And Martyrdom Had No Such Torment In Its Painted History Of Suffering.