He Who Is In Love Is Wise

Rude Poets Of The Tavern Hearth, Squandering Your Unquoted Mirth, Which Keeps The Ground, And Never Soars, While Jake Retorts, And Reuben Roars; Tough And Screaming, As Birch-bark, Goes Like Bullet To Its Mark; While The Solid Curse And Jeer Never Balk The Waiting Ear.

There Are Always Difficulties Arising That Tempt You To Believe Your Critics Are Right.

Tis The Old Secret Of The Gods That They Come In Low Disguises.

When You Have Worn Out Your Shoes, The Strength Of The Show Fiber Has Passed Into Your Body.

Any Extraordinary Degree Of Beauty In Man Or Woman Involves A Moral Charm.