We Know That Madness Belongs To Love,--what

Murder In The Murderer Is No Such Ruinous Thought As Poets And Romancers Will Have It; It Does Not Unsettle Him, Or Fright Him From His Ordinary Notice Of Trifles; It Is An Act Quite Easy To Be Contemplated.

A Painter Told Me That Nobody Could Draw A Tree Without In Some Sort Becoming A Tree.

Religion Must Always Be A Crab Fruit; It Cannot Be Grafted, And Keep Its Wild Beauty.

A Day For Toil, An Hour For Sport, But For A Friend Is Life Too Short.

There Is No Good Theory Of Disease Which Does Not At Once Suggest A Cure.