All Right-minded People Adore It; And Anyone

One Can Be Well-bred And Write Bad Poetry

One Cannot But Mistrust A Prospect Of Felicity: One Must Enjoy It Before One Can Believe In It.

Men Often Marry In Hasty Recklessness And Repent Afterward All Their Lives.

One Is Easily Fooled By That Which One Loves.

If Everyone Were Clothed With Integrity, If Every Heart Were Just, Frank, Kindly, The Other Virtues Would Be Well-nigh Useless.