Nature Is The Living, Visible Garment Of

Few Men Have Imagination Enough For Reality.

We Love A Girl For Very Different Qualities Than Understanding. We Love Her For Her Beauty, Her Youth, Her Mirth, Her Confidingness, Her Character, With Its Faults, Caprices And God Knows What Other Inexpressible Charms; But We Do Not Love Her Understanding.

The Intelligent Man Finds Almost Everything Ridiculous, The Sensible Man Hardly Anything.

One Is Never Satisfied With The Portrait Of A Person That One Knows.

While Man's Desires And Aspirations Stir He Cannot Choose But Err.