Kindness Is Always Fashionable.

The Fate Of Love Is That It Always Seems Too Little Or Too Much.

... Trouble Of All Kinds Is Voluble, And Has Plenty Of Words, But Happiness Was Never Written Down.

... How Poorly Do We Love Even Those Whom We Love Most! We Are Not Only Bruised By The Limitations Of Their Love For Us, But Also By The Limitations Of Our Own Love For Them.

Laughter Is Always Fatal To Feeling.

Move Not In Your Anger; It Is Like Putting To Sea In A Tempest.