Not An Angel Of The Air, Bird

You Blocks, You Stones, You Worse Than Senseless Things!

There's Little Of The Melancholy Element In Her, My Lord: She Is Never Sad But When She Sleeps; And Not Ever Sad Then; For I Have Heard My Daughter Say, She Hath Often Dreamt Of Unhappiness, And Waked Herself With Laughing.

Haply A Woman's Voice May Do Some Good When Articles Too Nicely Urged Be Stood On.

Nature Hath Framed Strange Fellows In Her Time.

Instinct Is A Great Matter. I Was Now A Coward On Instinct.