A Society Of Atheists Would Immediately Invent

No Navigator Has Yet Traced Lines Of Latitude And Longitude On The Conjugal Sea.

Love Endows Us With A Sort Of Personal Religion; We Respect Another Live Within Ourselves.

Love Passes Quickly, And Passes Like A Street Arab, Anxious To Mark His Way With Mischief.

It Is Very Difficult To Pass From Pleasure To Work. Accordingly More Poems Have Been Swallowed Up By Sorrow Than Ever Happiness Caused To Blaze Forth In Unparalleled Radiance.

When A Woman Starts Talking About Her Duty, Her Regard For Appearances, And Her Respect For Religion, She Raises So Many Bulwarks Which She Delights To See Captured By Storm.