I Have Heard, As Everybody Else Has,

Our Words Are Giants When They Do Us An Injury, And Dwarfs When They Do Us A Service.

Habits Of Literary Composition Are Perfectly Familiar To Me. One Of The Rarest Of All The Intellectual Accomplishments That A Man Can Possess Is The Grand Faculty Of Arranging His Ideas. Immense Privilege! I Possess It. Do You?

It Is The Nature Of Truth To Struggle To The Light.

I Am Not Against Hasty Marriages Where A Mutual Flame Is Fanned By An Adequate Income.

...it Will Always Remain My Private Persuasion That Nature Was Absorbed In Making Cabbages When Mrs. Vesey Was Born, And That The Good Lady Suffered The Consequences Of A Vegetable Preoccupation In The Mind Of The Mother Of Us All.