Truth, And Goodness, And Beauty, Are But

The Louder He Talked Of His Honor, The Faster We Counted Our Spoons.

How Many Attractions For Us Have Our Passing Fellows In The Streets, Both Male And Female, Which Our Ethics Forbid Us To Express, Which Yet Infuse So Much Pleasure Into Life. A Lovely Child, A Handsome Youth, A Beautiful Girl, A Heroic Man, A Maternal Woman, A Venerable Old Man, Charm Us, Though Strangers, And We Cannot Say So, Or Look At Them But For A Moment.

We Must Set Up A Strong Present Tense Against All Rumors Of Wrath, Past And To Come.

The Relations Of The Soul To The Divine Spirit Are So Pure, That It Is Profane To Seek To Interpose Helps.

The Wonder Is Always New That Any Sane Man Can Be A Sailor.