A Loving Maiden Grows Unconsciously More Bold.

Feelings Of Man Are Always Pure And The Brightest To The Meeting Time And Farewell.

Woman And Men Of Retiring Timidity Are Cowardly Only In Dangers Which Affect Themselves, But The First To Rescue When Others Are In Danger.

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

It Is Not Great, But Little Good-haps That Make Up Happiness.

Has It Never Occurred To Us, When Surrounded By Sorrows, That They May Be Sent To Us Only For Our Instruction, As We Darken The Eyes Of Birds When We Wish Them To Sing?