The Love Of Nature Is The Only

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

Vocations Which We Wanted To Pursue, But Didn't, Bleed, Like Colors, On The Whole Of Our Existence.

Nothing Is A Greater Impediment To Being On Good Terms With Others Than Being Ill At Ease With Yourself.

The Man As He Converses Is The Lover; Silent, He Is The Husband.

Society Is No More Indulgent Than Was The God Of Genesis.