How Sweet And Sacred Idleness Is!

The Happy Never Say, And Never Hear Said, Farewell.

No Ashes Are Lighter Than Those Of Incense, And Few Things Burn Out Sooner.

When A Woman Hath Ceased To Be Quite The Same To Us, It Matters Little How Different She Becomes.

Authors Are Like Cattle Going To A Fair: Those Of The Same Field Can Never Move On Without Butting One Another.

The Heart That Once Has Been Bathed In Love's Pure Fountain Retains The Pulse Of Youth Forever.