Comparison is the death of joy.
I was in one of the most grand attitudes I ever struck, with my arm stretched up pointing to the sun. It was a noble effect. You could see the shudder sweep the mass like a wave.
You perceive I generalize with intrepidity from single instances. It is the tourist's custom.
Conscience, man's moral medicine chest.
The Public is merely a multiplied 'me.'
If we read the words and attitudes of the past through the pompous "wisdom" of the considered moral judgments of the present, we will find nothing but error.