Recollection Is The Only Paradise From Which

A Sky Full Of Silent Suns.

Like The Greatest Virtue And The Worst Dogs, The Fiercest Hatred Is Silent.

What Makes Old Age So Sad Is, Not That Our Joys, But That Our Hopes Then Cease.

Fancy Rules Over Two Thirds Of The Universe, The Past, And Future, While Reality Is Confined To The Present

Every Man Has A Rainy Corner Of His Life Whence Comes Foul Weather Which Follows Him.