It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many million faces, t >>
A man may be in as just possession of truth as of a city, and yet be f >>
But the iniquity of oblivion blindly scattereth her poppy, and deals w >>
He had but one eye and the pocket of prejudice runs in favor of two. >>
Tears are nature's lotion for the eyes. The eyes see better for being >>
It is we that are blind, not fortune. >>
It is we that are blind, not fortune.