It Is A Common Enough

Quick Souls Have Their Intensest Life In The First Anticipatory Sketch Of What May Or Will Be, And The Pursuit Of Their Wish Is The Pursuit Of That Paradisiacal Vision Which Only Impelled Them, And Is Left Farther And Farther Behind, Vanishing Forever Even Out Of Hope In The Moment Which Is Called Success.

Childhood Has No Forebodings; But Then, It Is Soothed By No Memories Of Outlived Sorrow.

We Want People To Feel With Us More Than To Act For Us.

Bad Literature Of The Sort Called Amusing Is Spiritual Gin.

Errors Look So Very Ugly In Persons Of Small Means -one Feels They Are Taking Quite A Liberty In Going Astray; Whereas People Of Fortune May Naturally Indulge In A Few Delinquencies.