Assuredly, Meeting After Absence, Is One Of

It Is Strange What Society Will Endure From Its Idols.

We Are Ourselves Our Happiness.

There Is No Existence So Content As That Whose Present Is Engrossed By Employment, And Whose Future Is Filled By Some Strong Hope, The Truth Of Which Is Never Proved. Toil And Illusion Are The Only Secrets To Make Life Tolerable.

I Would Give Worlds, Could I Believe One-half That Is Profess'd Me; Affection! Could I Think It Thee, When Flattery Has Caress'd Me.

All Beginnings Are Very Troublesome Things.