We Can Only Love What We Know.

The Dead Of Midnight Is The Noon Of Thought.

Let Us Confess A Truth, Humiliating To Human Pride; - A Very Small Part Only Of The Opinions Of The Coolest Philosopher Are The Result Of Fair Reasoning; The Rest Are Formed By His Education, His Temperament, By The Age In Which He Lives, By Trains Of Thought Directed To A Particular Track Through Some Accidental Association - In Short, By Prejudice.

If An Author Would Have Us Feel A Strong Degree Of Compassion, His Characters Must Not Be Too Perfect.

It Is To Hope, Though Hope Were Lost.

But Every Act In Consequence Of Our Faith, Strengthens Faith.