The Words Of Genius Have A Wider

But What We Strive To Gratify, Though We May Call It A Distant Hope, Is An Immediate Desire; The Future Estate For Which Men Drudge Up City Alleys Exists Already In Their Imagination And Love.

It Is In The Nature Of Foolish Reasonings To Seem Good To The Foolish Reasoner.

Enveloped In A Common Mist, We Seem To Walk In Clearness Ourselves, And Behold Only The Mist That Enshrouds Others.

There Are New Eras In One's Life That Are Equivalent To Youth-are Something Better Than Youth.

The First Sense Of Mutual Love Excludes Other Feelings; It Will Have The Soul All To Itself.