Well, Sir, Let Us Do

It Is The Sweetest Spring Within The Memory Of Man. So Green, So Mild, So Beautiful! Ah, What A Contrast Between Nature Without And My Own Soul So Torn With Doubt And Terror!

Was It Hardness, Was It Selfishness, That She Should Ask Me To Risk My Life For Her Own Glorification? Such Thoughts May Come To Middle Age; But Never To Ardent Three-and-twenty In The Fever Of His First Love.

The More Featureless And Commonplace A Crime Is, The More Difficult It Is To Bring It Home.

The Press, Watson, Is A Most Valuable Institution, If You Only Know How To Use It.

No Man Burdens His Mind With Small Matters Unless He Has Some Very Good Reason For Doing So.