Quality, Not Quantity, Is My

That Man Is Thought A Dangerous Knave, Or Zealot Plotting Crime, Who For Advancement Of His Kind Is Wiser Than His Time.

A Man Is In No Danger So Long As He Talks His Love; But To Write It Is To Impale Himself On His Own Pothooks.

A Piece Of Simple Goodness--a Letter Gushing From The Heart; A Beautiful Unstudied Vindication Of The Worth And Untiring Sweetness Of Human Nature--a Record Of The Invulnerability Of Man, Armed With High Purpose, Sanctified By Truth.

Not Peace At Any Price! Chains Are Worse Than Bayonets.

What Women Would Do If They Could Not Cry, Nobody Knows. What Poor, Defenceless Creatures They Would Be!