Trust Not The Heart Of

A Frightful Dialect For The Stupid, The Pedant And Dullard Sort.

Venerable To Me Is The Hard Hand,--crooked, Coarse,--wherein, Notwithstanding, Lies A Cunning Virtue, Indispensably Royal As Of The Sceptre Of The Planet.

The Fearful Unbelief Is Unbelief In Yourself.

Enjoying Things Which Are Pleasant; That Is Not The Evil; It Is The Reducing Of Our Moral Self To Slavery By Them That Is.

The Barrenest Of All Mortals Is The Sentimentalist.