And Wrinkles, The Damned Democrats, Won't Flatter.

But Stories Somehow Lengthen When Begun.

I Doubt Sometimes Whether A Quiet And Unagitated Life Would Have Suited Me - Yet I Sometimes Long For It.

He Who Is Only Just Is Cruel; Who Upon The Earth Would Live Were All Judged Justly?

I Have No Consistency, Except In Politics; And That Probably Arises From My Indifference To The Subject Altogether.

For Truth Is Always Strange; Stranger Than Fiction.