All Must Yield To The Weight Of

Light-enchanted Sunflower, Thou Who Gazest Ever True And Tender On The Sun's Revolving Splendour.

How Surely A Knowledge Of The World Hardens The Heart!

At The Point When Affection Is Not Frenzy, It Is Not Adore.

The Dower Of Great Beauty Has Always Been Misfortune, Since Happiness And Beauty Do Not Agree Together.

No Windows Give A Better View Than Those A Man Brings With Him In His Head, Not Asking For Tickets Of Admission, Since At All Functions, Festivals, Or Feasts He Looks Out With The Same Nice Self-composure.