Man's Feelings Are Always Purest And Most

Men, Like Bullets, Go Farthest When They Are Smoothest.

The Heart Needs Not For Its Heaven Much Space, Nor Many Stars Therein, If Only The Star Of Love Has Arisen.

Never Write On A Subject Without First Having Read Yourself Full On It; And Never Read On A Subject Till You Have Thought Yourself Hungry On It.

It Is Not The End Of Joy That Makes Old Age So Sad, But The End Of Hope.

Fancy Rules Over Two Thirds Of The Universe, The Past, And Future, While Reality Is Confined To The Present