Work Is Happiness. No One

Such Lovely Warmth Of Thought And Delicacy Of Colour Are Beyond All Praise, And Equally Beyond All Thanks!

The Press Nowadays Is Not A Literary Press; Classic Diction And Brilliancy Of Style Do Not Distinguish It By Any Means.

What Was The Use Of Trying To Expound A Truth, If The Majority Preferred A Lie?

Fame, Or Notoriety, Whichever That Special Noise May Be Called When The World Like A Hound 'gives Tongue' And Announces That The Quarry In Some Form Of Genius Is At Bay, Is Apt To Increase Its Clamor In Proportion To The Aloofness Of The Pursued Animal.

Hate Is A Grand, A Strong Quality! It Makes Nations, It Builds Up Creeds! If Men Loved One Another What Should They Need Of A Church?