Sudden Love Is Latest Cured.

He Who Excels In His Art So As To Carry It To The Utmost Height Of Perfection Of Which It Is Capable May Be Said In Some Measure To Go Beyond It: His Transcendent Productions Admit Of No Appellations.

The First Day One Is A Guest, The Second A Burden, And The Third A Pest.

One Must Laugh Before One Is Happy, Or One May Die Without Ever Laughing At All.

How Sweet, How Passing Sweet, Is Solitude!

Make Me Chaste And To What Excesses Will Men Not Go For The Sake Of A Religion In Which They Believe So Little And Which They Practice So Imperfectly!