The sin and sorrow of despotism is not that it does not love men, but that it loves them too much and trusts them too little.
'Robert Browning.'
SEPTEMBER 8th
A philosopher cannot talk about any single thing, down to a pumpkin, without showing whether he is wise or foolish; but he can easily talk about everything without anyone having any views about him, beyond gloomy suspicions.
'G. F. Watts.'
SEPTEMBER 9th
Chattering finch and water-fly
Are not merrier than I;
Here among the flowers I lie
Laughing everlastingly.
No: I may not tell the best;
Surely, friends, I might have guessed
Death was but the good King's jest,
It was hid so carefully.
'The Skeleton.'