Weak Eyes Are Fondest Of Glittering Objects.

Why Tell Me That A Man Is A Fine Speaker, If It Is Not The Truth That He Is Speaking?

A Fourth Estate, Of Able Editors, Springs Up.

The Infinite, Absolute Character Of Virtue Has Passed Into A Finite, Conditional One; It Is No Longer A Worship Of The Beautiful And Good; But A Calculation Of The Profitable.

Sarcasm I Now See To Be, In General, The Language Of The Devil; For Which Reason I Have Long Since As Good As Renounced It.

They Wrong Man Greatly Who Say He Is To Be Seduced By Ease. Difficulty, Abnegation, Martyrdom, Death Are The Allurements That Act On The Heart Of Man.