Nobility, Without Virtue, Is A Fine Setting

Virtue, Without The Graces, Is Like A Rich Diamond Unpolished--it Hardly Looks Better Than A Common Pebble; But When The Hand Of The Master Rubs Off The Roughness, And Forms The Sides Into A Thousand Brilliant Surfaces, It Is Then That We Acknowledge Its Worth, Admire Its Beauty, And Long To Wear It In Our Bosoms.

Compulsion Hardly Restores Right; Love Yields All Things.

Happiness Is Not Perfected Until It Is Shared.

Yet Happiness Isn't Something You Chase, It's Something You Are. It's Something You Think, It's Something You Believe.

We Never Know The Blessings Bestowed On Us Until We Are Separated From The Possession Of Them.