What Is Unreasonable Is Irrefutable.

Once Suspicion Is Aroused, Every Thing Feeds It.

We Generally Get The Evil We Expect.

It Is Only In Sorrow Bad Weather Masters Us; In Joy We Face The Storm And Defy It.

But The Lover's Power Is The Poet's Power. He Can Make Love From All The Common Strings With Which This World Is Strung.

It Is Little Men Know Of Women; Their Smiles And Their Tears Alike Are Seldom What They Seem.