Conscience, Like A Child, Is Soon Lulled

Of All False Assertions That Ever Went Into The World Under The Banner Of A Great Name And The Mail Armor Of A Well-turned Phrase, Locke's Comparison Of The Mind To A Blank Sheet Of Paper Appears To Me Among The Most Untrue.

Whatever People In General Do Not Understand, They Are Al Ways Prepared To Dislike; The Incomprehensible Is Always The Obnoxious.

No Hour Arrives So Soon As The One We Dread.

How Beautiful, How Buoyant, And Glad Is Morning!

Hope Is Love's Happiness, But Not Its Life.