He Who Seeks Pleasure With Reference To

Truly, A Little Love-making Is A Very Pleasant Thing.

Ah, Tell Me Not That Memory Sheds Gladness O'er The Past; What Is Recalled By Faded Flowers, Save That They Did Not Last? Were It Not Better To Forget, Than But Remember And Regret?

There Are Words To Paint The Misery Of Love, But None To Paint Its Happiness.

Praise Is Sometimes A Good Thing For The Diffident And The Despondent. It Teaches Them Properly To Rely On The Kindness Of Others.

The Very Effort To Forget Teaches Us To Remember.