She Had Not Known The

To Do Nothing Is The Way To Be Nothing.

Sleeping Or Waking, We Hear Not The Airy Footsteps Of The Strange Things That Almost Happen.

Trusting No Man As His Friend, He Could Not Recognize His Enemy When The Latter Actually Appeared.

If We Take The Freedom To Put A Friend Under Our Microscope, We Thereby Insulate Him From Many Of His True Relations, Magnify His Peculiarities, Inevitably Tear Him Into Parts, And, Of Course, Patch Him Very Clumsily Together Again. What Wonder, Then, Should We Be Frightened By The Aspect Of A Monster.

The Fiend In His Own Shape Is Less Hideous Than When He Rages In The Breast Of Men.