Feelings Of Man Are Always Pure And

The Heart Needs Not For Its Heaven Much Space, Nor Many Stars Therein, If Only The Star Of Love Has Arisen.

It Is Easy To Flatter; It Is Harder To Praise.

The Look Of A King Is Itself A Deed.

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.

Music Is Moonlight In The Gloomy Night Of Life.