I Do Love Violets; They Tell The

It Is Said That Ridicule Is The Test Of Truth; But It Is Never Applied Except When We Wish To Deceive Ourselves - When If We Cannot Exclude The Light, We Would Fain Draw The Curtain Before It. The Sneer Springs Out Of The Wish To Deny; And Wretched Must That State Of Mind Be, That Wishes To Take Refuge In Doubt.

I Cannot See Why A Taste For The Country Should Be Held So Very Indispensable A Requisite For Excellence; But Really People Talk Of It As If It Were A Virtue, And As If An Opposite Opinion Was, To Say The Least Of It, Very Immoral.

There Is No Existence So Content As That Whose Present Is Engrossed By Employment, And Whose Future Is Filled By Some Strong Hope, The Truth Of Which Is Never Proved. Toil And Illusion Are The Only Secrets To Make Life Tolerable.

Consistency Is A Human Word, But It Certainly Expresses Nothing Human.

Suicide And Antipathy To Fires In A Bedroom Seem To Be Among The National Characteristics. Perhaps The Same Moral Cause May Originate Both.