There Are Answers Which, In Turning Away

I Think I Am Quite Wicked With Roses. I Like To Gather Them, And Smell Them Till They Have No Scent Left.

How Oft Review; Each Finding, Like A Friend, Something To Blame, And Something To Commend.

It Is Hard To Believe Long Together That Anything Is "worth While," Unless There Is Some Eye To Kindle In Common With Our Own, Some Brief Word Uttered Now And Then To Imply That What Is Infinitely Precious To Us Is Precious Alike To Another Mind.

Scepticismcan Never Be Thoroughly Applied, Else Life Would Come To A Standstill.

Among All Forms Of Mistake, Prophecy Is The Most Gratuitous.