It Is The Nature Of Thought To

Mortal Beauty Stings While It Delights.

The Great Obstacle To Progress Is Prejudice

Love's Sweetest Meanings Are Unspoken; The Full Heart Knows No Rhetoric Of Words.

The Lively And Mercurial Are As Open Books, With The Leaves Turned Down At The Notable Passages. Their Souls Sit At The Windows Of Their Eyes, Seeing And To Be Seen.

Sorrow Is Never More Sorrowful Than When It Jests At Its Own Misery.