Joy Descends Gently Upon Us Like The

Humankind's Chief Fault Is That They Have So Many Small Ones.

Love Lessens Woman's Delicacy And Increases Man's.

Paradise Is Always Where Love Dwells.

You Prove Your Worth With Your Actions, Not With Your Mouth.

I Would Rather Dwell In The Dim Fog Of Superstition Than In Air Rarefied To Nothing By The Air-pump Of Unbelief-in Which The Panting Breast Expires, Vainly And Convulsively Gasping For Breath.