The Suitable Is The Last Thing We

Passion Alone Could Destroy Passion. All The Thinking In The World Could Not Make So Much As A Dent In Its Surface.

There Is No State Of Satisfaction, Because To Himself No Man Is A Success.

Nations Decay From Within More Often Than They Surrender To Outward Assault.

Energy Had Fastened Upon Her Like A Disease.

I Have Written Chiefly Because, Though I Have Often Dreaded The Necessity, I Have Found It More Painful, In The End, Not To Write.