It Is A Pity That Doing One's

The Practice Of Hinting By Single Letters Those Expletives With Which Profane And Violent Persons Are Wont To Garnish Their Discourse, Strikes Me As A Proceeding Which, However, Well Meant, Is Weak And Futile. I Cannot Tell What Good It Does - What Feeling It Spares - What Horror It Conceals.

Alas! Never Had I Loved Him So Well!

When We Are Struck At Without A Reason, We Should Strike Back Again Very Hard; I Am Sure We Should - So Hard As To Teach The Person Who Struck Us Never To Do It Again.

Liberty Lends Us Her Wings And Hope Guides Us By Her Star.

Say Whatever Your Memory Suggests Is True; But Add Nothing And Exaggerate Nothing.