Ah, Bartleby! Ah, Humanity!

Thinking Is, Or Ought To Be, A Coolness And A Calmness; And Our Poor Hearts Throb, And Our Poor Brains Beat Too Much For That.

In Their Precise Tracings-out And Subtle Causations, The Strongest And Fieriest Emotions Of Life Defy All Analytical Insight.

In A Multitude Of Acquaintances Is Less Security, Than In One Faithful Friend.

There Is A Savor Of Life And Immortality In Substantial Fare. Like Balloons, We Are Nothing Till Filled.

Thrusted Light Is Worse Than Presented Pistols.