O Heart! Love Is Thy Bane And

The Masses Are Still Ungrateful Or Ignorant. They Prefer Murder, Poisonings, And Crimes Generally To A Literature Possessed Of Style And Feeling.

Discouragement Seizes Us Only When We Can No Longer Count On Chance.

The Intellect Seeks, The Heart Finds.

Fame And Admiration Weigh Not A Feather In The Scale Against Friendship And Love, For The Heart Languishes All The Same.

... What Is There Over Which The Incomparable Beauty Of Childhood Would Not Triumph?