The Jest Loses Its Point When He

I Am Better Than My Reputation

The Great Happiness Of Life, I Find, After All, To Consist In The Regular Discharge Of Some Mechanical Duty.

Have Love. Not Love Alone For One, But Man As Man They Brother Call; And Scatter Like The Circling Sun Thy Charities On All.

Thus Arm In Arm With Thee I Dare Defy My Century Into The Lists.

The Dictates Of The Heart Are The Voice Of Fate.