The Hand Which Moves Over The Dial

The Beginning As Well As The End Of All His Thoughts Was Hatred Of Human Law, That Hatred Which, If It Be Not Checked In Its Growth By Some Providential Event, Becomes, In A Certain Time, Hatred Of Society, Then Hatred Of The Human Race, And Then Hatred Of Creation, And Reveals Itself By A Vague And Incessant Desire To Injure Some Living Being, It Matters Not Who.

A Compliment Is Something Like A Kiss Through A Veil.

Is It Not When The Fall Is The Lowest That Charity Ought To Be The Greatest?

For Prying Into Any Human Affairs, Non Are Equal To Those Whom It Does Not Concern.

There Is A Spectacle More Grand Than The Sea; It Is Heaven; There Is A Spectacle More Grand Than Heaven; It Is The Conscience.