The State Is Our Neighbors;

Women See Through Claude Lorraines.

I Read Your Piece On Plato. Holmes, When You Strike At A King, You Must Kill Him.

The Fatal Trait Of The Times Is The Divorce Between Religion And Morality.

The Good Judge Is Not He Who Does Hair-splitting Justice To Every Allegation, But Who, Aiming At Substantial Justice, Rules Something Intelligible Of The Guidance Of Suitors.

Tell Them Dear, That If Eyes Were Made For Seeing, Then Beauty Is Its Own Excuse For Being: Why Thou Wert There, O Rival Of The Rose! I Never Sought To Ask, I Never Knew: But, In My Simple Ignorance Suppose The Selfsame Power That Brought Me There Brought You.