The Tale Of The Divine

Everybody Liked Better To Conjecture How The Thing Was, Than Simply To Know It; For Conjecture Soon Became More Confident Than Knowledge, And Had A More Liberal Allowance For The Incompatible.

Conscience Is Harder Than Our Enemies, Knows More, Accuses With More Nicety.

Much Of Our Waking Experience Is But A Dream In The Daylight.

There Is No Compensation For The Woman Who Feels That The Chief Relation Of Her Life Has Been No More Than A Mistake. She Has Lost Her Crown. The Deepest Secret Of Human Blessedness Has Half Whispered Itself To Her, And Then Forever Passed Her By.

Miserliness Is A Capital Quality To Run In Families; It's The Safe Side For Madness To Dip On.