Art Is Indeed Not The Bread But

Universal Love Is A Glove Without Fingers, Which Fits All Bands Alike And None Closely; But True Affection Is Like A Glove With Fingers, Which Fits One Hand Only, And Sits Close To That One.

There Is A Joy In Sorrow Which None But A Mourner Can Know.

See, Indeed, That Your Daughter Is Thoroughly Grounded And Experienced In Household Duties; But Take Care, Through Religion And Poetry, To Keep Her Heart Open To Heaven.

Romanticism Is Beauty Without Bounds-the Beautiful Infinite.

For No One Does Life Drag More Disagreeably Than For Those Who Try To Speed It Up.