Good Taste Is His Religion, His Morality,

We Are Rarely Wrong When We Act From Impulse.

We Are Ourselves Our Happiness.

In Sad Truth, Half Our Forebodings Of Our Neighbors Are But Our Own Wishes, Which We Are Ashamed To Utter In Any Other Form.

How Very Satisfactory Those Discussions Must Be, Where Each Party Retains Their Own Opinion!

Youth, Balancing Itself Upon Hope, Is Forever In Extremes: Its Expectations Are Continually Aroused Only To Be Baffled, And Disappointment, Like A Summer Shower, Is Violent In Proportion To Its Brevity.