Concealment Is The Foe Of Tranquility.

I Am Ashamed Of Confessing That I Have Nothing To Confess.

I Cannot Sleep - Great Joy Is As Restless As Sorrow.

To A Heart Formed For Friendship And Affection The Charms Of Solitude Are Very Short-lived.

There Si Nothing Upon The Face Of The Earth So Insipid As A Medium. Give Me Love Or Hate! A Friend That Will Go To Jail For Me, Or An Enemy That Will Run Me Through The Body!

I Love And Honour [paulus Aemilius, In Plutarch's Lives], For His Fondness For His Children, Which Instead Of Blushing At, He Avows And Glories In: And That At An Age, When Almost All The Heros And Great Men Thought That To Make Their Children And Family A Secondary Concern, Was The First Proof Of Their Superiority And Greatness Of Soul.