Solitude Is The Audience-chamber Of God.

Ridicule Has Followed The Vestiges Of Truth, But Never Usurped Her Place.

Life Is But Sighs; And, When They Cease, 'tis Over.

I Warmed Both Hands Before The Fire Of Life; It Sinks, And I Am Ready To Depart.

The Worse Of Ingratitude Lies Not In The Ossified Heart Of Him Who Commits It, But We Find It In The Effect It Produces On Him Against Whom It Was Committed.

The Happiest Of Pillows Is Not That Which Love First Presses! It Is That Which Death Has Frowned On And Passed Over.