The Fears Of One Class

Dishonesty Is So Grasping It Would Deceive God Himself, Were It Possible.

Truth Is Not Exciting Enough To Those Who Depend On The Characters And Lives Of Their Neighbors For All Their Amusement; And If A Story Is Told Of More Than Common Interest, Ennui Is Sure To Have Its Joy In Adding Embellishments. If Hours Did Not Hang Heavy, What Would Become Of Scandal?

If Reason Is A Universal Faculty, The Decision Of The Common Mind Is The Nearest Criterion Of Truth.

If Hours Did Not Hang Heavy, What Would Become Of Scandal?

The Friendship Between Me And You I Will Not Compare To A Chain; For That The Rains Might Rust, Or The Falling Tree Might Break.