Solitude Is Fine, But You Need Someone

It Is Very Difficult To Pass From Pleasure To Work. Accordingly More Poems Have Been Swallowed Up By Sorrow Than Ever Happiness Caused To Blaze Forth In Unparalleled Radiance.

Excess Of Joy Is Harder To Bear Than Any Amount Of Sorrow.

Nothing So Fortifies A Friendship As A Belief On The Part Of One Friend That He Is Superior To The Other.

Virtue, Perhaps, Is Nothing More Than Politeness Of Soul.

The Love Of Nature Is The Only Love That Does Not Deceive Human Hopes.