When One Illusion Vanishes, Another Shall Appear,

When The Mind Is Full Of Any One Subject, That Subject Seems To Recur With Extraordinary Frequency - It Appears To Pursue Or To Meet Us At Every Turn: In Every Conversation That We Hear In Every Book We Open, In Every Newspaper We Take Up, The Reigning Idea Recurs; And Then We Are Surprised, And Exclaim At These Wonderful Coincidences.

Let Menot, Even Inmyownmind, Committheinjustice Of Taking A Speck For The Whole.

My Mother Took Too Much, A Great Deal Too Much, Care Of Me; She Over-educated, Over-instructed, Over-dosed Me With Premature Lessons Of Prudence: She Was So Afraid That I Should Ever Do A Foolish Thing, Or Not Say A Wise One, That She Prompted My Every Word, And Guided My Every Action. So I Grew Up, Seeing With Her Eyes, Hearing With Her Ears, And Judging With Her Understanding, Till, At Length, It Was Found Out That I Had Not Eyes, Ears Or Understanding Of My Own.

We Perfectly Agreed In Our Ideas Of Traveling; We Hurried From Place To Place As Fast As Horses And Wheels, And Curses And Guineas, Could Carry Us.

The Unaffected Language Of Real Feeling And Benevolence Is Easily Understood, And Is Never Ridiculous.