Mere Elegance Of Language Can Produce At

To Be Able To Say How Much Love, Is Love But Little.

I Would Have Preferred To Have Been Born In Any Other Time Than Our Own.

I Looked Back At The Summit Of The Mountain, Which Seemed But A Cubit High In Comparison With The Height Of Human Contemplation, Were In Not Too Often Merged In The Corruptions Of The Earth.

I Desire That Death Find Me Ready And Writing, Or If It Please Christ, Praying And Intears.

I Have Friends Whose Society Is Delightful To Me; They Are Persons Of All Countries And Of All Ages; Distinguished In War, In Council, And In Letters; Easy To Live With, Always At My Command.