Hopes And Regrets Are The Sweetest Links

Our First Love-letter ... There Is So Much To Be Said, And Which No Words Seems Exactly To Say - The Dread Of Saying Too Much Is So Nicely Balanced By The Fear Of Saying Too Little. Hope Borders On Presumption, And Fear On Reproach.

Fame Is Bought By Happiness.

We Might Have Been - These Are But Common Words, And Yet They Make The Sum Of Life's Bewailing.

Curiosity Is Its Own Suicide.

All Sweeping Assertions Are Erroneous.