At Bottom, No Real Object Is Unpoetical,

Let Him Who Believes In Immortality Enjoy His Happiness In Silence; He Has No Reason To Give Himself Airs About It.

A Word Spoken Is A Terrible Thing When It Suddenly Utters What The Heart Has Long Allowed.

What We Do Not Understand We Do Not Possess.

The Flowers Are Full Of Honey, But Only The Bee Finds Out The Sweetness.

It Is Related Of An Englishman That He Hanged Himself To Avoid The Daily Task Of Dressing And Undressing.