The Past Is Perpetual Youth To The

To The Many, Witticisms Not Only Require To Be Explained, Like Riddles, But Are Also Like New Shoes, Which People Require To Wear Many Times Before They Get Accustomed To Them.

Childhood, Whose Very Happiness Is Love.

Youth Is A Season That Has No Repose.

There Is No Wretchedness Like Self-reproach.

Strange Mystery Of Our Nature, That Those In Whom Genius Develops Itself In Imagination, Thus Taking Its Most Ethereal Form, Should Yet Be The Most Dependent On The Opinions Of Others!