Deference And Intimacy Live Far Apart.

All The Ills Of Mankind, All The Tragic Misfortunes That Fill The History Books, All The Political Blunders, All The Failures Of The Great Leaders Have Arisen Merely From A Lack Of Skill At Dancing.

Our Minds Need Relaxation, And Give Way Unless We Mix With Work A Little Play.

Even Rome Cannot Grant Us A Dispensation From Death.

The Absence Of The Beloved, Short Though It May Last, Always Lasts Too Long.

Cover That Bosom That I Must Not See: Souls Are Wounded By Such Things.