He Only Profits From Praise Who Values

The Eyes Of Spring, So Azure, Are Peeping From The Ground; They Are The Darling Violets, That I In Nosegays Bound.

No Compass Has Ever Been Invented For The High Seas Of Matrimony.

Perfumes Are The Feelings Of Flowers.

Lo, Sleep Is Good, Better Is Death--in Sooth The Best Of All Were Never To Be Born.

While We Are Indifferent To Our Good Qualities, We Keep On Deceiving Ourselves In Regard To Our Faults, Until We Come To Look On Them As Virtues.