Better Trust All, And Be Deceived, And

Rome ... Seems To Me The Place In The World Where One Can Best Dispense With Happiness.

Though The Negroes Are Fed, Clothed, And Housed, And Though The Irish Peasant Is Starved, Naked, And Roofless, The Bare Name Of Freemen-the Lordship Over His Own Person, The Power To Choose And Will-are Blessings Beyond Food, Raiment, Or Shelter; Possessing Which, The Want Of Every Comfort Of Life Is Yet More Tolerable Than Their Fullest Enjoyment Without Them.

Those That We Love Never Alter, Unless We Cease To Love Them.

When Marriage Is What It Ought To Be, It Is Indeed The Very Happiest Condition Of Existence.

The Large And Rapid Fortunes By Which Vulgar And Ignorant People Become Possessed Of Splendid Houses, Splendidly Furnished, Do Not Of Course, Give Them The Feelings And Manners Of Gentle Folks.