Love's Sweetest Meanings Are Unspoken; The Full

Activity And Sadness Are Incompatible.

Fortune, Like A Coy Mistress, Loves To Yield Her Favors, Though She Makes Us Wrest Them From Her.

Love Delights In Paradoxes. Saddest When It Has Most Reason To Be Gay, Sighs Are The Signs Of Its Deepest Joy, And Silence Is The Expression Of Its Yearning Tenderness.

How Like A Railway Tunnel Is The Poor Man's Life, With The Light Of Childhood At One End, The Intermediate Gloom, And Only The Glimmer Of A Future Life At The Other Extremity!

It Is Only An Error Of Judgment To Make A Mistake, But It Argues An Infirmity Of Character To Adhere To It When Discovered.