Repentance Is A One-faced Janus, Ever Looking

Eyes That Droop Like Summer Flowers.

A Preface Is A Species Of Literary Luxury, Where An Author, Like A Lover, Is Privileged To Be Egotistical.

I Will Look On The Stars And Look On Thee, And Read The Page Of Thy Destiny.

I Do Not Think That Life Has A Suspense More Sickening Than That Of Expecting A Letter Which Does Not Come.

Memory Has Many Conveniences, And, Among Others, That Of Foreseeing Things As They Have Afterwards Happened.