He, Who Can Create, Abhors Destruction.

Poetry Has Been The Guardian Angel Of Humanity In All Ages.

Yet, In These Autumn Days When Nature Expires, Here, In These Veiled Scenes, I Find More Attractions; It Is A Friend's Sad Goodbye; It Is The Last Smile From Lips That Death Is Going To Close Forever!

Exquisite Beauty Resides Rather In The Female Form Than Face, Where It Is Also More Lasting.

God Has Placed The Genius Of Women In Their Hearts, Because The Works Of This Genius Are Always Works Of Love.

Providence Conceals Itself In The Details Of Human Affairs, But Becomes Unveiled In The Generalities Of History.