Oh, Only Those Whose Souls

How Disappointment Tracks The Steps Of Hope.

There Can Be Neither Politically Nor Morally A Good Which Is Not Universal ... We Cannot Reform For A Time Or For A Class, But For All And For The Whole, And Our Very Interests Will Draw Us Together In One Wide Bond Of Sympathy.

Jealousy Ought To Be Tragic, To Save It From Being Ridiculous.

All Profound Truths Startle You In The First Announcement.

A Preface Is A Species Of Literary Luxury, Where An Author, Like A Lover, Is Privileged To Be Egotistical.