Love Is Full Of Imagination.

Happiness Is A Sunbeam Which May Pass Through A Thousand Bosoms Without Losing A Particle Of Its Original Ray; Nay, When It Strikes On A Kindred Heart, Like The Converged Light On A Mirror, It Reflects Itself With Redoubled Brightness. It Is Not Perfected Till It Is Shared.

National Antipathy Is The Basest, Because The Most Illiberal And Illiterate Of All Prejudices.

Compulsion Hardly Restores Right; Love Yields All Things.

The Mob Is A Sort Of Bear; While Your Ring Is Through Its Nose, It Will Even Dance Under Your Cudgel; But Should The Ring Slip, And You Lose Your Hold, The Brute Will Turn And Rend You.

Dr. Johnson Has Said That The Chief Glory Of A Country Arises From Its Authors. But Then That Is Only As They Are Oracles Of Wisdom; Unless They Teach Virtue, They Are More Worthy Of A Halter Than Of The Laurel.