What Makes Life Dreary Is The Want

I Flutter All Ways, And Fly In None.

We All Remember Epochs In Our Experience When Some Dear Expectation Dies, Or Some New Motive Is Born.

Things Are Achieved When They Are Well Begun.

... The Majority Of Us Scarcely See More Distinctly The Faultiness Of Our Own Conduct Than The Faultiness Of Our Own Arguments, Orthe Dulness [sic] Of Our Own Jokes.

There Is A Mercy Which Is Weakness, And Even Treason Against The Common Good.