Good Befalls Us While We Sleep, Sometimes.

People Who Are In Love Suspect Nothing Or Everything.

Tradesmen Regard An Author With A Mixed Feeling Of Terror, Compassion And Curiosity.

It Would Be Curious To Know What Leads A Man To Become A Stationer Rather Than A Baker, When He Is No Longer Compelled, As Among The Egyptians, To Succeed To His Father's Craft.

By Resorting To Self-resignation, The Unfortunate Consummate.

Love Is Like Some Fresh Spring, First A Stream And Then A River, Changing Its Aspect And Its Nature As It Flows To Plunge Itself In Some Boundless Ocean, Where Restricted Natures Only Find Monotony, But Where Great Souls Are Engulfed In Endless Contemplation.