We Will Not Anticipate The Past; So

The Throne We Honour Is The People's Choice.

Here, My Dear Lucy, Hide These Books. Quick, Quick! Fling "peregrine Pickle" Under The Toilette -throw "roderick Random" Into The Closet -put "the Innocent Adultery" Into "the Whole Duty Of Man"; Thrust "lord Aimworth" Under The Sofa! Cram "ovid" Behind The Bolster; There -put "the Man Of Feeling" Into Your Pocket. Now For Them.

That Old Man Dies Prematurely Whose Memory Records No Benefits Conferred. They Only Have Lived Long Who Have Lived Virtuously.

Humanity Is Composed But Of Two Categories, The Invalids And The Nurses

Nothing Keeps Me In Such Awe As Perfect Beauty; Now, There Is Something Consoling And Encouraging In Ugliness.