Anticipation Is A Bad Sleeping Draught.

Youth, Balancing Itself Upon Hope, Is Forever In Extremes: Its Expectations Are Continually Aroused Only To Be Baffled, And Disappointment, Like A Summer Shower, Is Violent In Proportion To Its Brevity.

Doubts, Like Facts, Are Stubborn Things.

Habit Is A Second Nature, And What Was At First Pleasure, Is Next Necessity.

I Think Hearts Are Very Much Like Glasses. If They Do Not Break With The First Ring, They Usually Last A Considerable Time.

In Marriage, As In Chemistry, Opposites Have Often An Attraction.