Wit Is A Form Of Force That

Wine And The Sun Will Make Vinegar Without Any Shouting To Help Them.

There Is No Human Being Who Having Both Passions And Thoughts Does Not Think In Consequences Of His Passions--does Not Find Images Rising In His Mind Which Soothe The Passion With Hope Or Sting It With Dread.

I Shall Do Everything It Becomes Me To Do.

For Pain Must Enter Into Its Glorified Life Of Memory Before It Can Turn Into Compassion.

Among All The Many Kinds Of First Love, That Which Begins In Childish Companionship Is The Strongest And Most Enduring: When Passion Comes To Unite Its Force To Long Affection, Love Is At Its Spring-tide.