A Bit Of Mould Is A Pleiad

I Was Dying When You Came.

He Is The Best Gentleman That Is The Son Of His Own Deserts, And Not The Degenerated Heir Of Another's Virtue.

The Realities Of Life Do Not Allow Themselves To Be Forgotten.

Great Griefs Exhaust. They Discourage Us With Life. The Man Into Whom They Enter Feels Something Taken From Him. In Youth, Their Visit Is Sad; Later On, It Is Ominous.

All The Forces In The World Are Not So Powerful As An Idea Whose Time Has Come.