The Public Is A Bad Guesser.

Even Imperfection Itself May Have Its Ideal Or Perfect State.

Grief! Thou Art Classed Amongst The Depressing Passions. And True It Is That Thou Humblest To The Dust, But Also Thou Exaltest To The Clouds. Thou Shakest Us With Ague, But Also Thou Steadiest Like Frost. Thou Sickenest The Heart, But Also Thou Healest Its Infirmities.

It Is Most Absurdly Said, In Popular Language, Of Any Man, That He Is Disguised In Liquor; For, On The Contrary, Most Men Are Disguised By Sobriety.

It Is Notorious That The Memory Strengthens As You Lay Burdens Upon It, And Becomes Trustworthy As You Trust It.

It Was A Sunday Afternoon, Wet And Cheerless; And A Duller Spectacle This Earth Of Ours Has Not To Show Than A Rainy Sunday In London.