He Who Breathes Deepest Lives Most.

Deep Violets, You Liken To The Kindest Eyes That Look On You, Without A Thought Disloyal.

A Great Man Leaves Clean Work Behind Him, And Requires No Sweeper Up Of The Chips.

What We Call Life Is A Condition Of The Soul. And The Soul Must Improve In Happiness And Wisdom, Except By Its Own Fault. These Tears In Our Eyes, These Faintings Of The Flesh, Will Not Hinder Such Improvement.

It Is Difficult To Get Rid Of People When You Once Have Given Them Too Much Pleasure.

Love That Endures, From Life That Disappears!