Tenderness Is The Infancy Of Love.

True Felicity Consists Of Its Own Consciousness.

The Most Civilized People Are As Near To Barbarism As The Most Polished Steel Is To Rust. Nations, Like Metals, Have Only A Superficial Brilliancy.

It Has Been Very Truly Said That The Mob Has Many Heads, But No Brains.

Memory Always Obeys The Commands Of The Heart.

The Subtle Sauce Of Malice Is Often Indulged In By Maidens Of Uncertain Age, Over Their Tea.