It is essential to the sanity of mankind that each one should think the other crazy - a condition with which the cynicism of human nature so cordially complies, one could wish it were a concurrence upon a subject more noble.

A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is, to meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege I think.

I imagine therefore I belong and am free.

The Crime, from us, is hidden, [though] he is presumed to know.

Faith is a fine invention When gentlemen can see, But microscopes are prudent In an emergency.

How lucious lies the pea within the pod.

These are the days when birds come back, a very few, a Bird or two, to take a backward look.