The Expected Always Happens

A Parsimony Of Words Prodigal Of Sense.

The Affections Are The Children Of Ignorance; When The Horizon Of Our Experience Expands, And Models Multiply, Love And Admiration Imperceptibly Vanish.

There Is No Index Of Character So Sure As The Voice.

In Politics, Nothing Is Contemptible.

O Music! Miraculous Art! A Blast Of Thy Trumpet And Millions Rush Forward To Die; A Peal Of Thy Organ And Uncounted Nations Sink Down To Pray.