The Dew Of Compassion Is A Tear.

One Of The Pleasures Of Reading Old Letters Is The Knowledge That They Need No Answer.

There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods.

The Christian Has Greatly The Advantage Of The Unbeliever, Having Everything To Gain And Nothing To Lose.

I Had A Dream, Which Was Not At All A Dream.

I Think The Worst Woman That Ever Existed Would Have Made A Man Of Very Passable Reputation -- They Are All Better Than Us And Their Faults Such As They Are Must Originate With Ourselves.