Reform, Like Charity, Must Begin

The Soul Gives Unity To What It Looks At With Love.

All Evil Is Like A Nightmare; The Instant You Stir Under It, The Evil Is Gone.

The Past Is All Holy To Us; The Dead Are All Holy; Even They That Were Wicked When Alive.

Custom Doth Make Dotards Of Us All.

Professors Of The Dismal Science, I Perceive The Length Of Your Tether Is Now Pretty Well Run; And I Must Request You To Talk A Little Lower In The Future.