I Was Struck All On A Heap.

To Smile At The Jest Which Plants A Thorn In Another's Breast Is To Become A Principal In The Mischief.

Never Say More Than Is Necessary.

A Life Spent Worthily Should Be Measured By A Nobler Line,-by Deeds, Not Years.

When Delicate And Feeling Souls Are Separated, There Is Not A Feature In The Sky, Not A Movement Of The Elements, Not An Aspiration Of The Breeze, But Hints Some Cause For A Lover's Apprehension.

Certainly Nothing Is Unnatural That Is Not Physically Impossible.