Crime And Punishment Grow Out Of One

Why Has My Motley Diary No Jokes? Because It Is A Soliloquy And Every Man Is Grave Alone.

In Youth, We Clothe Ourselves With Rainbows, And Go As Brave As The Zodiac.

Reality Is A Sliding Door.

Not From A Vain Or Shallow Thought His Awful Jove Young Phidias Brought.

I Cannot Often Enough Say, That A Man Is Only A Relative And Representative Nature. Each Is A Hint Of The Truth, But Far Enough From Being That Truth, Which Yet He Quite Newly And Inevitably Suggests To Us. If I Seek It In Him, I Shall Not Find It.