Never Pursue Literature As A Trade.

Facts Are Not Truths; They Are Not Conclusions; They Are Not Even Premises, But In The Nature And Parts Of Premises.

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

No Voice; But Oh - The Silence Sank Like Music On My Heart.

Poor Little Foal Of An Oppressed Race! I Love The Languid Patience Of Thy Face.

We Are Now Courts Of Equity, And Must Decide The Thing According To All The Rights.