Affection Exaggerates Its Own Offenses.

Delicious Tears! The Heart's Own Dew.

When Does The Mind Put Forth Its Powers? When Are The Stores Of Memory Unlocked? When Does Wit 'flash From Fluent Lips?' -- When But After A Good Dinner? Who Will Deny Its Influence On The Affections? Half Our Friends Are Born Of Turbots And Truffles.

There Can Be Neither Politically Nor Morally A Good Which Is Not Universal ... We Cannot Reform For A Time Or For A Class, But For All And For The Whole, And Our Very Interests Will Draw Us Together In One Wide Bond Of Sympathy.

I Will Look On The Stars And Look On Thee, And Read The Page Of Thy Destiny.

All Beginnings Are Very Troublesome Things.