My Eyes Make Pictures When They Are

If Men Could Learn From History, What Lessons It Might Teach Us. But Passion And Party Blind Our Eyes, And The Light Which Experience Gives Us Is A Lantern On The Stern, Which Shines Only On The Waves Behind Us.

How Like Herrings And Onions Our Vices Are In The Morning After We Have Committed Them.

The Most Happy Marriage I Can Picture Or Imagine To Myself Would Be The Union Of A Deaf Man To A Blind Woman.

My Case Is A Species Of Madness, Only That It Is A Derangement Of The Volition, And Not Of The Intellectual Faculties.

I Feel As If God Had, By Giving The Sabbath, Given Fifty-two Springs In Every Year.