Words Are The Only Things That Last

Poetry Is Only The Highest Eloquence Of Passion, The Most Vivid Form Of Expression That Can Be Given To Our Conception Of Anything, Whether Pleasurable Or Painful, Mean Or Dignified, Delightful Or Distressing. It Is The Perfect Coincidence Of The Image And The Words With The Feeling We Have, And Of Which We Cannot Get Rid In Any Other Way, That Gives An Instant "satisfaction To The Thought." This Is Equally The Origin Of Wit And Fancy, Of Comedy And Tragedy, Of The Sublime And Pathetic.

We Are Never So Much Disposed To Quarrel With Others As When We Are Dissatisfied With Ourselves.

The Art Of Conversation Is The Art Of Hearing As Well As Of Being Heard.

An Accomplished Coquette Excites The Passions Of Others, In Proportion As She Feels None Herself.

Those Who Have Little Shall Have Less, And That Those Who Have Much Shall Take All That Others Have Left.