Excessive Sensibility Is Only Another Name For

It May Almost Be Held That The Hope Of Commercial Gain Has Done Nearly As Much For The Cause Of Truth As Even The Love Of Truth.

Panic Is A Sudden Desertion Of Us, And A Going Over To The Enemy Of Our Imagination.

Mortal Beauty Stings While It Delights.

Silence, When Nothing Need Be Said, Is The Eloquence Of Discretion.

There Are Ceremonious Bows That Repel One Like A Cudgel.