All Heiresses Are Beautiful.

Love Works A Different Way In Different Minds, The Fool It Enlightens And The Wise It Blinds.

The Perverseness Of My Fate Is Such That He's Not Mine Because He's Mine Too Much.

Some Of Our Philosophizing Divines Have Too Much Exalted The Faculties Of Our Souls, When They Have Maintained That By Their Force Mankind Has Been Able To Find Out God.

I Saw Myself The Lambent Easy Light Gild The Brown Horror, And Dispel The Night.

But How Can Finite Grasp Infinity?