Hopes And Regrets Are The Sweetest Links

Toil Is The Portion Of Day, As Sleep Is That Of Night; But If There Be One Hour Of The Twenty-four Which Has The Life Of Day Without Its Labor, And The Rest Of Night Without Its Slumber, It Is The Lovely And Languid Hour Of Twilight.

Whatever People In General Do Not Understand, They Are Al Ways Prepared To Dislike; The Incomprehensible Is Always The Obnoxious.

Delicious Tears! The Heart's Own Dew.

Anticipation Is A Bad Sleeping Draught.

The Very Effort To Forget Teaches Us To Remember.