Well, If I Can't Be Happy, I

…what Splendid Dreams Young People Build Upon A Word, And How Bitter Is The Pain When The Bright Bubbles Burst.

The Duty We Owe Ourselves Is Greater Than That We Owe Others.

I'm Afraid I Couldn't Like Him Without A Spice Of Human Naughtiness.

I Make So Many Beginnings There Never Will Be An End.

Do The Things You Know, And You Shall Learn The Truth You Need To Know.