With So Many Thousand Joys, Is It

Variety Of Mere Nothings Gives More Pleasure Than Uniformity Of Something.

Each Departed Friend Is A Magnet That Attracts Us To The Next World.

The German Language Is The Organ Among The Languages.

Memory, Wit, Fancy, Acuteness, Cannot Grow Young Again In Old Age, But The Heart Can.

Universal Love Is A Glove Without Fingers, Which Fits All Bands Alike And None Closely; But True Affection Is Like A Glove With Fingers, Which Fits One Hand Only, And Sits Close To That One.