Neither Birth Nor Sex Forms A Limit

The Practice Of Hinting By Single Letters Those Expletives With Which Profane And Violent Persons Are Wont To Garnish Their Discourse, Strikes Me As A Proceeding Which, However, Well Meant, Is Weak And Futile. I Cannot Tell What Good It Does - What Feeling It Spares - What Horror It Conceals.

Prodigious Was The Amount Of Life I Lived That Morning.

That To Begin With; Let Respect Be The Foundation, Affection The First Floor, Love The Superstructure.

Presentiments Are Strange Things: And So Are Sympathies; And So Are Signs; And The Three Combined Make One Mystery To Which Humanity Has Not Yet Found The Key.

He Is Not To Them What He Is To Me.