Hearts Will Break - Yet Brokenly, Live

Lovers May Be And Indeed Generally Are Enemies, But They Never Can Be Friends, Because There Must Always Be A Spice Of Jealousy And A Something Of Self In All Their Speculations.

Friendship Is Love Without His Wings!

Her Great Merit Is Finding Out Mine; There Is Nothing So Amiable As Discernment.

If I Am Fool, It Is, At Least, A Doubting One; And I Envy No One The Certainty Of His Self-approved Wisdom.

Eternity Forbids Thee To Forget.