I Have Forgotten My Umbrella.

I Might Believe In The Redeemer If His Followers Looked More Redeemed.

If You Go To See The Woman, Do Not Forget The Whip.

The View That Honesty Is Something, And Even A Virtue, Belongs, It Is True, To Those Private Opinions Which Are Forbidden In This Age Of Public Opinions.

It Takes Just Such Painful And Terrible Things To Occur For The Great Emancipation To Take Place.

Natural Death Is Independent Of All Reason And Is Really An Irrational Death, In Which The Pitiable Substance Of The Shell Determines How Long The Kernel Is To Exist Or Not; In Which, Accordingly, The Stunted, Diseased And Dull Witted Jailer Is Lord, And Indicates The Moment At Which His Distinguished Prisoner Shall Die.