Rarely Do Great Beauty And Great Virtue

Books Never Pall On Me. They Discourse With Us, They Take Counsel With Us, And Are United To Us By A Certain Living Chatty Familiarity. And Not Only Does Each Book Inspire The Sense That It Belongs To Its Readers, But It Also Suggests The Name Of Others, And One Begets The Desire Of The Other.

While Life Is In Your Body, You Have The Rein Of All Thoughts In Your Hands.

A Good Death Does Honour To A Whole Life.

And Tears Are Heard Within The Harp I Touch.

Hope Is Incredible To The Slave Of Grief.