Words Are The Weak Support Of Cold

I Came Up Stairs Into The World, For I Was Born In A Cellar.

Fear Comes From Uncertainty. When We Are Absolutely Certain, Whether Of Our Worth Or Worthlessness, We Are Almost Impervious To Fear.

Who Pleases One Against His Will.

Courtship Is To Marriage, As A Very Witty Prologue To A Very Dull Play.

Love's But The Frailty Of The Mind, When 'tis Not With Ambition Joined; A Sickly Flame, Which If Not Fed Expires; And Feeding, Wastes In Self-consuming Fires.