It Is Praiseworthy Even To Attempt A

We May Say Of Agreeableness, As Distinct From Beauty, That It Is A Symmetry Whose Rules Are Unknown.

We May Sooner Be Brought To Love Them That Hate Us, Than Them That Love Us More Than We Would Have Them Do.

Passion Makes Idiots Of The Cleverest Men, And Makes The Biggest Idiots Clever.

If It Were Not For Poetry, Few Men Would Ever Fall In Love.

Confidence Always Pleases Those Who Receive It. It Is A Tribute We Pay To Their Merit, A Deposit We Commit To Their Trust, A Pledge That Gives Them A Claim Upon Us, A Kind Of Dependence To Which We Voluntarily Submit.