The Devil Tempts Us Not--'tis We Tempt

But How Little We Know What Would Make Paradise For Our Neighbours! We Judge From Our Own Desires, And Our Neighbours Themselves Are Not Always Open Enough Even To Throw Out A Hint Of Theirs.

Awful Night! Ancestral Mystery Of Mysteries.

The Desire To Conquer Is Itself A Sort Of Subjection.

To My Thinking, It Is More Pitiable To Bore Than To Be Bored.

In The Schoolroom Her Quick Mind Had Taken Readily That Strong Starch Of Unexplained Rules And Disconnected Facts Which Saves Ignorance From Any Painful Sense Of Limpness.