To Possess Taste, One Must Have Some

Consciousness Of Our Strength Increases It.

Sometimes A Lengthened Period Of Prosperity Melts Away In A Moment; Just As The Heat Of Summer Flies Before A Day Of Tempest.

If People Did Not Compliment One Another There Would Be Little Society.

The Tempests Of Youth Are Mingled With Days Of Brilliant Sunshine.

Whoever Has Seen The Masked At A Ball Dance Amicably Together, And Take Hold Of Hands Without Knowing Each Other, Leaving The Next Moment To Meet No More, Can Form An Idea Of The World.