And Modesty, Who, When She Goes, Is

I Hate False Words, And Seek With Care, Difficulty, And Moroseness, Those That Fit The Thing.

Fancy Is Imagination In Her Youth And Adolescence. Fancy Is Always Excursive; Imagination, Not Seldom, Is Sedate.

An Ingenious Mind Feels In Unmerited Praise The Bitterest Reproof.

Tyrants Never Perish From Tyranny, But Always From Folly,-when Their Fantasies Have Built Up A Palace For Which The Earth Has No Foundation.

No Truer Word, Save God's, Was Ever Spoken, Than That The Largest Heart Is Soonest Broken.