Oh Dear! A Drunken Infidel

It Had Been A Royal Time Of Luxury To Him, With All Its Stings And Contumelies, Compared To The Poverty That Crept Round And Clipped The Anticipation Of The Future Down To Sordid Fact, And Life Without An Atmosphere Of Either Hope Or Fear.

In All Disappointments Sympathy Is A Great Balm.

People May Flatter Themselves Just As Much By Thinking That Their Faults Are Always Present To Other People's Minds, As If They Believe That The World Is Always Contemplating Their Individual Charms And Virtues.

But Suppose It Was Truth Double Strong, It Were No Truth To Me If I Couldna Take It In. I Daresay There's Truth In Yon Latin Book On Your Shelves; But It's Gibberish And No Truth To Me, Unless I Know The Meaning O' The Words.

But The Cloud Never Comes In That Quarter Of The Horizon From Which We Watch For It.