Doubts, Like Facts, Are Stubborn Things.

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.

Enthusiasm Is The Divine Particle In Our Composition: With It We Are Great, Generous, And True; Without It, We Are Little, False, And Mean.

Ah, Tell Me Not That Memory Sheds Gladness O'er The Past, What Is Recalled By Faded Flowers, Save That They Did Not Last?

... Many A Heart Is Caught In The Rebound ... Pride May Be Soothed By The Ready Devotion Of Another; Vanity May Be Excited The More Keenly By Recent Mortification.

Whatever People In General Do Not Understand, They Are Al Ways Prepared To Dislike; The Incomprehensible Is Always The Obnoxious.