I Have Discovered That We May Be

It Is Not Every Man Who Can Be Exquisitely Miserable, Any More Than Exquisitely Happy.

[a]s A Lady Adjusts Her Dress Before A Mirror, A Man Adjusts His Character By Looking At His Journal.

All Censure Of A Man's Self Is Oblique Praise.

It Is Wonderful That Five Thousand Years Have Now Elapsed Since The Creation Of The World, And Still It Is Undecided Whether Or Not There Has Ever Been An Instance Of The Spirit Of Any Person Appearing After Death. All Argument Is Against It; But All Belief Is For It.

When We Know Exactly All A Man's Views And How He Comes To Speak And Act So And So, We Lose Any Respect For Him, Though We May Love And Admire Him.