Rage is for little wrongs; despair is dumb.
All reformations seem formidable before they are attempted.
Where bright imagination reigns, the fine-wrought spirit feels acuter pains.
In grief we know the worst of what we feel but who can tell the end of what we fear?
The abuse of terms has at all times been an evil.
It is the large aggregate of small things perpetually occurring that robs me of all my time. The expense of learning to read might have been spared in my education, for I never read.