It Is Good To Love The Unknown.

You Do Not Play Then At Whist, Sir? Alas, What A Sad Old Age You Are Preparing For Yourself!

Man, While He Loves, Is Never Quite Depraved.

We Gain Nothing By Being With Such As Ourselves. We Encourage One Another In Mediocrity. I Am Always Longing To Be With Men More Excellent Than Myself.

The Truant Fancy Was A Wanderer Ever.

The Light That Lies In Woman's Eyes.