Eyes That Droop Like Summer Flowers.

We Are Ourselves The Stumbling-blocks In The Way Of Our Happiness. Place A Common Individual - By Common, I Mean With The Common Share Of Stupidity, Custom, And Discontent - Place Him In The Garden Of Eden, And He Would Not Find It Out Unless He Were Told, And When Told, He Would Not Believe It.

The Lover And The Physician Are Each Popular From The Same Cause - We Talk To Them Of Nothing But Ourselves.

Hopes And Regrets Are The Sweetest Links Of Existence.

Nothing Is So Fortunate For Mankind As Its Diversity Of Opinion.

Delicious Tears! The Heart's Own Dew.