I Have Enjoyed The Happiness Of The

A Noble Soul Spreads Even Over A Face In Which The Architectonic Beauty Is Wanting An Irresistible Grace, And A Often Even Triumphs Over The Natural Disfavor.

Chains Of Iron Or Of Silk-both Are Chains.

No Emperor Has The Power To Dictate To The Heart.

Modest Humility Is Beauty's Crown.

It Is Not The Mere Station Of Life That Stamps The Value On Us, But The Manner In Which We Act Our Part.