True Love Is The Ripe Fruit Of

Grief Knits Two Hearts In Closer Bonds Than Happiness Ever Can; And Common Sufferings Are Far Stronger Links Than Common Joys.

Ink Is The Transcript Of Thought.

Esteem Incites Friendship, But Not Love; The Former Is The Twin Brother Of Reverence; The Latter Is The Child Of Equality.

Ah! Let Us Love, My Love, For Time Is Heartless, Be Happy While You May!

A Conscience Without God Is Like A Court Without A Judge.