The Never-ending Task Of Self Improvement.

A Person Seldom Falls Sick But The Bystanders Are Animated With A Faint Hope That He Will Die.

A Man Is Related To All Nature.

For, Rightly, Every Man Is A Channel Through Which Heaven Floweth, And, Whilst I Fancied I Was Criticising Him, I Was Censuring Orrather Terminating My Own Soul.

My Doom And My Strength Is To Be Solitary.

I Wish To Speak With All Respect Of Persons, But Sometimes I Must Pinch Myself To Keep Awake, And Preserve The Due Decorum. They Melt So Fast Into Each Other, That They Are Like Grass And Trees, And It Needs An Effort To Treat Them As Individuals.