The New Statement Is Always Hated By

Nor Count Compartments Of The Floors, But Mount To Paradise By The Stairway Of Surprise.

A Man Is A God In Ruins. When Men Are Innocent, Life Shall Be Longer, And Shall Pass Into The Immortal, As Gently As We Awake From Dreams.

Private, Accidental, Confidential Conversation Breeds Thought. Clubs Produce Oftener Words.

English History Is Aristocracy With The Doors Open. Who Has Courage And Faculty, Let Him Come In.

A Friend, Therefore, Is A Sort Of Paradox In Nature. I Who Alone Am, I Who See Nothing In Nature Whose Existence I Can Affirm With Equal Evidence To My Own, Behold Now The Semblance Of My Being, In All Its Height, Variety, And Curiosity, Reiterated In A Foreign Form; So That A Friend May Well Be Reckoned The Masterpiece Of Nature.