Habit Is Our Idea Of Eternity.

Imagination Is To Love What Gas Is To The Balloon-that Which Raises It From Earth.

A Friend Is Never Alarmed For Us In The Right Place.

Do Anything But Love; Or If Thou Lovest And Art A Woman, Hide Thy Love From Him Whom Thou Dost Worship; Never Let Him Know How Dear He Is; Flit Like A Bird Before Him; Lead Him From Tree To Tree, From Flower To Flower; But Be Not Won, Or Thou Wilt, Like That Bird, When Caught And Caged, Be Left To Pine Neglected And Perish In Forgetfulness.

It Is Strange What Society Will Endure From Its Idols.

The Stars Are So Far, Far Away!