I Do Love Violets; They Tell The

Social Life Is Filled With Doubts And Vain Aspirings; Solitude, When The Imagination Is Dethroned, Is Turned To Weariness And Ennui.

Occupation Is One Great Source Of Enjoyment. No Man, Properly Occupied, Was Ever Miserable.

Jealousy Ought To Be Tragic, To Save It From Being Ridiculous.

Childhood, Whose Very Happiness Is Love.

Affection Exaggerates Its Own Offenses.