Laughter Is Always Fatal To Feeling.

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

... Though Mathematics May Teach A Man How To Build A Bridge, It Is What The Scotch Universities Call The Humanities, That Teach Him To Be Civil And Sweet-tempered.

Once Suspicion Is Aroused, Every Thing Feeds It.

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

Death Is Like The Setting Of The Sun. The Sun Never Sets; Life Never Ceases. ... We Think The Sun Sets, And It Never Ceases Shining; We Think Our Friends Die, And They Never Cease Living.