If Passion Rules, How Weak

Ill Habits Gather Unseen Degrees, As Brooks Make Rivers, Rivers Run To Seas.

Dead Men Tell No Tales.

Faith Is To Believe What You Do Not Yet See: The Reward For This Faith Is To See What You Believe. Thus All Below Is Strength, And All Above Is Grace.

Nor Is The People's Judgment Always True: The Most May Err As Grossly As The Few.

Criticism Is Now Become Mere Hangman's Work, And Meddles Only With The Faults Of Authors ; Nay, The Critic Is Disgusted Less With Their Absurdities Than Excellence ; And You Cannot Displease Him More Than In Leaving Him Little Room For His Malice.