Consult Duty Not Events.

O What A Thing Is Age! Death Without Death's Quiet.

The Flame Of Anger, Bright And Brief, Sharpens The Barb Of Love.

Other Offences, Even The Greatest, Are The Violation Of One Law: Despotism Is The Violation Of All.

The Vain Poet Is Of The Opinion That Nothing Of His Can Be Too Much: He Sends To You Basketful After Basketful Of Juiceless Fruit, Covered With Scentless Flowers.

We Fancy That Our Afflictions Are Sent Us Directly From Above; Sometimes We Think It In Piety And Contrition, But Oftener In Moroseness And Discontent.