When Men Make Themselves Into Brutes It

It Is Little Men Know Of Women; Their Smiles And Their Tears Alike Are Seldom What They Seem.

But The Lover's Power Is The Poet's Power. He Can Make Love From All The Common Strings With Which This World Is Strung.

All Changes Are More Or Less Tinged With Melancholy, For What We Are Leaving Behind Is Part Of Ourselves.

To Take Offence Is A Great Folly, And To Give Offence Is A Great Folly - I Know Not Which Is The Greater.

The Great Difference Between Voyages Rests Not With The Ships, But With The People You Meet On Them.