Sorrows Gather Around Great Souls As Storms

What Cicero Said Of Men-that They Are Like Wines, Age Souring The Bad, And Bettering The Good-we Can Say Of Misfortune, That It Has The Same Effect Upon Them.

Romanticism Is Beauty Without Bounds-the Beautiful Infinite.

Universal Love Is A Glove Without Fingers, Which Fits All Bands Alike And None Closely; But True Affection Is Like A Glove With Fingers, Which Fits One Hand Only, And Sits Close To That One.

A Man Never Discloses His Own Character So Clearly As When He Describes Anothers.

Like The Greatest Virtue And The Worst Dogs, The Fiercest Hatred Is Silent.