A Man's Fate Is His Own Temper.

Nature, Like Man, Sometimes Weeps From Gladness.

London Is A Roost For Every Bird.

You Know, All Is Development. The Principle Is Perpetually Going On. First, There Was Nothing, Then There Was Something; Then-i Forget The Next-i Think There Were Shells, Then Fishes; Then We Came-let Me See-did We Come Next? Never Mind That; We Came At Last. And At The Next Change There Will Be Something Very Superior To Us-something With Wings. Ah! That's It: We Were Fishes, And I Believe We Shall Be Crows.

Bore: One Who Has The Power Of Speech But Not The Capacity For Conversation.

Fear Makes Us Feel Our Humanity.