Among All Forms Of Mistake,

To Act With Doubleness Towards A Man Whose Own Conduct Was Double, Was So Near An Approach To Virtue That It Deserved To Be Called By No Meaner Name Than Diplomacy.

I've Never Any Pity For Conceited People, Because I Think They Carry Their Comfort About With Them.

The Scornful Nostril And The High Head Gather Not The Odors That Lie On The Track Of Truth.

You Know I Have Duties──we Both Have Duties──before Which Feeling Must Be Sacrificed.

Delicious Autumn! My Very Soul Is Wedded To It, And If I Were A Bird I Would Fly About The Earth Seeking The Successive Autumns.