I Think I Am Quite Wicked With

Her Own Misery Filled Her Heart—there Was No Room In It For Other People's Sorrow.

It Is In The Nature Of Foolish Reasonings To Seem Good To The Foolish Reasoner.

My Own Experience And Development Deepen Every Day My Conviction That Our Moral Progress May Be Measured By The Degree In Which We Sympathize With Individual Suffering And Individual Joy.

I Would Not Creep Along The Coast But Steer Out In Mid-sea, By Guidance Of The Stars.

There Is Heroism Even In The Circles Of Hell For Fellow-sinners Who Cling To Each Other In The Fiery Whirlwind And Never Recriminate.