Give Me A Bed And A Book

There Are Few Sorrows In Which A Good Income Is Of No Avail.

A Friend Who Loved Perfection Would Be The Perfect Friend, Did Not That Love Shut His Door On Me.

An Improper Mind Is A Perpetual Feast.

Most People Sell Their Souls, And Live With A Good Conscience On The Proceeds.

What Joy Can The Years Bring Half So Sweet As The Unhappiness They've Taken Away?