Beauty Too Often Sacrifices To Fashion.

God Made Both Tears And Laughter, And Both For Kind Purposes; For As Laughter Enables Mirth And Surprise To Breathe Freely, So Tears Enable Sorrow To Vent Itself Patiently. Tears Hinder Sorrow From Becoming Despair And Madness.

I Entrench Myself In My Books Equally Against Sorrow And The Weather.

Mirth Itself Is Too Often But Melancholy In Disguise.

I Am Persuaded There Is No Such Thing After All As A Perfect Enjoyment Of Solitude; For The More Delicious The Solitude The More One Wants A Companion.

Affection, Like Melancholy, Magnifies Trifles.