That Low Vice, Curiosity!

Hearts Will Break - Yet Brokenly, Live On.

But What Is Hope? Nothing But The Paint On The Face Of Existence; The Least Touch Of Truth Rubs It Off, And Then We See What A Hollow-cheeked Harlot We Have Got Hold Of.

What Opposite Discoveries We Have Seen! (signs Of True Genius, And Of Empty Pockets.) One Makes New Noses, One A Guillotine, One Breaks Your Bones, One Sets Them In Their Sockets; But Vaccination Certainly Has Been A Kind Antithesis To Congreve's Rockets.

A Timid Mind Is Apt To Mistake Every Scratch For A Mortal Wound.

In Solitude, When We Are Least Alone.