The Merit Of All Things Lies In

When You Compare The Sorrows Of Real Life To The Pleasures Of The Imaginary One, You Will Never Want To Live Again, Only To Dream Forever.

We Must Never Expect Discretion In First Love: It Is Accompanied By Such Excessive Joy That Unless The Joy Is Allowed To Overflow, It Will Choke You.

Wait And Hope!

Joy To Hearts Which Have Suffered Long Is Like The Dew On The Ground After A Long Drought; Both The Heart And The Ground Absorb That Beneficent Moisture Falling On Them, And Nothing Is Outwardly Apparant.

That Englishman Who Came To Challenge Me Three Or Four Months Ago, And Whom I Killed To Stop Him Bothering Me