The Flame Of Anger, Bright And Brief,

The Habit Of Pleasing By Flattery Makes A Language Soft; The Fear Of Offending By Truth Makes It Circuitous And Conventional.

That Which Moveth The Heart Most Is The Best Poetry; It Comes Nearest Unto God, The Source Of All Power.

Many Laws As Certainly Make Men Bad, As Bad Men Make Many Laws.

Absurdities Are Great Or Small In Proportion To Custom Or Insuetude.

What Is Companionship Where Nothing That Improves The Intellect Is Communicated, And Where The Larger Heart Contracts Itself To The Model And Dimension Of The Smaller?