Platonic Love Is Platonic Nonsense.

He Only Who Gave Life Has A Power Over It.

The Seeds Of Death Are Sown In Us When We Begin To Live, And Grow Up Till, Like Rampant Weeds, They Choak The Tender Flower Of Life.

Friendship Is The Perfection Of Love, And Superior To Love; It Is Love Purified, Exalted, Proved By Experience And A Consent Of Minds. Love, Madam, May, And Love Does, Often Stop Short Of Friendship.

Old Men, Imagining Themselves Under Obligation To Young Paramours, Seldom Keep Any Thing From Their Knowledge.

Honesty Is Good Sense, Politeness, Amiableness,--all In One.