The Fiend In His Own Shape Is

The Best Of Us Being Unfit To Die, What An Unexpressible Absurdity To Put The Worst To Death.

The Love Of Science To Rival The Love Of Woman, In Its Depth And Absorbing Energy.

No Fountain So Small But That Heaven May Be Imaged In Its Bosom.

We Men Of Study, Whose Heads Are In Our Books, Have Need To Be Straightly Looked After! We Dream In Our Waking Moments, And Walk In Our Sleep.

Those With Whom We Can Apparently Become Well Acquainted In A Few Moments Are Generally The Most Difficult To Rightly Know And To Understand.