There Is But On Virtue--the Eternal Sacrifice

You See What Stupid Folk My Publishers Are; But They Are All Alike.

Unrequited Love Is As Different From The Mutual Love As The Error From The Truth.

... What Is There Over Which The Incomparable Beauty Of Childhood Would Not Triumph?

One Approaches The Journey's End. But The End Is A Goal, Not A Catastrophe.

The Smoke Of Glory Is Not Worth The Smoke Of A Pipe.