As A Means Of Contrast With The

The Wind Of Revolutions Is Not Tractable.

There Are No Trifles In The Human Story, No Trifling Leaves On The Tree.

A Cannonball Travels Only Two Thousand Miles An Hour; Light Travels Two Hundred Thousand Miles A Second. Such Is The Superiority Of Jesus Christ Over Napoleon.

Without Vanity, Without Coquetry, Without Curiosity, In A Word, Without The Fall, Woman Would Not Be Woman. Much Of Her Grace Is In Her Frailty.

Scepticism, That Dry Caries Of The Intelligence.