Marriage, From Love, Like Vinegar From Wine--

Such Partings Break The Heart They Fondly Hope To Heal.

Whenever I Meet With Anything Agreeable In This World It Surprises Me So Much - And Pleases Me So Much (when My Passions Are Not Interested In One Way Or The Other) That I Go On Wondering For A Week To Come.

By Headless Charles See Heartless Henry Lies.

Like The Measles, Love Is Most Dangerous When It Comes Late In Life.

My Slumbers--if I Slumber--are Not Sleep, But A Continuance Of Enduring Thought, Which Then I Can Resist Not: In My Heart There Is A Vigil, And These Eyes But Close To Look Within; And Yet I Live, And Bear The Aspect And The Form Of Breathing Men.