A Loving Maiden Grows Unconsciously More Bold.

Woman And Men Of Retiring Timidity Are Cowardly Only In Dangers Which Affect Themselves, But The First To Rescue When Others Are In Danger.

Variety Of Mere Nothings Gives More Pleasure Than Uniformity Of Something.

With So Many Thousand Joys, Is It Not Black Ingratitude To Call The World A Place Of Sorrow And Torment?

Sorrows Are Like Thunderclouds, In The Distance They Look Black, Over Our Heads Scarcely Gray.

Like The Greatest Virtue And The Worst Dogs, The Fiercest Hatred Is Silent.