There Is No Sense Of Ease Like

Her Own Misery Filled Her Heart—there Was No Room In It For Other People's Sorrow.

Consequences Are Unpitying.

Power Of Generalizing Gives Men So Much The Superiority In Mistake Over The Dumb Animals.

There Is Heroism Even In The Circles Of Hell For Fellow-sinners Who Cling To Each Other In The Fiery Whirlwind And Never Recriminate.

For Character Too Is A Process And An Unfoldingamong Our Valued Friends Is There Not Someone Or Other Who Is A Little Too Self Confident And Disdainful; Whose Distinguished Mind Is A Little Spotted With Commonness; Who Is A Little Pinched Here And Protruberent There With Native Prejudices; Or Whose Better Energies Are Liable To Lapse Down The Wrong Channel Under The Influence Of Transient Solicitations?