Truth Allows No Choice.

A Writer Who Obtains His Full Purpose Loses Himself In His Own Lustre.

Every Class Of Society Has Its Cant Of Lamentation, Which Is Understood Or Regarded By None But Themselves; And Every Part Of Life Has Its Uneasiness, Which Those Who Do Not Feel Them Will Not Commiserate. An Event Which Spreads Distraction Over Half The Commercial World, Assembles The Trading Companies In Councils And Committees, And Shakes The Nerves Of A Thousand Stockjobbers, Is Read By The Landlord And The Farmer With Frigid Indifference.

In Solitude We Have Our Dreams To Ourselves, And In Company We Agree To Dream In Concert.

All Theory Is Against Free Will; All Experience Is For It.

Age Is Rarely Despised But When It Is, Contemptible.