Tyranny Is Always Weakness

Blessed Are They Who Have Nothing To Say And Who Cannot Be Persuaded To Say It.

With Every Step Of The Recent Traveler Our Inheritance Of The Wonderful Is Diminished. Those Beautiful Pictured Notes Of The Possible Are Redeemed At A Ruinous Discount In The Hard Coin Of The Actual.

It Is Only The Intellect That Can Be Thoroughly And Hideously Wicked. It Can Forget Everything In The Attainment Of Its Ends. The Heart Recoils; In Its Retired Some Drops Of Childhood's Dew Still Linger, Defying Manhood's Fiery Noon.

A Wise Skepticism Is The First Attribute Of A Good Critic.

New Occasions Teach New Duties.