When Ideas Fail, Words Come In Very

Distance... Is Like Futurity. A Dim Vastness Is Spread Before Our Souls; The Perceptions Of Our Mind Are As Obscure As Those Of Our Vision... But Alas! When We Have Attained Our Object, When The Distant 'there' Becomes The Present 'here,' All Is Changed; We Are As Poor And Circumscribed As Ever, And Our Souls Still Languish For Unattainable Happiness.

Napoleon For The Sake Of A Good Name Broke In Pieces Half The World.

Hatred Is Active, And Envy Passive Dislike; There Is But One Step From Envy To Hate.

Just As, Out Of Habit, One Consults A Run-down Clock As Though It Were Still Going, So Too One May Look At The Face Of A Beautiful Woman As Though He Still Loved Her.

Every Beginning Is Cheerful.