The Busy Have No Time For Tears.

Venice Once Was Dear, The Pleasant Place Of All Festivity, The Revel Of The Earth, The Masque Of Italy.

I Am Always Most Religious Upon A Sunshiny Day.

Curiosity Kills Itself; And Love Is Only Curiosity, As Is Proved By Its End.

To What Gulfs A Single Deviation From The Track Of Human Duties Leads Even Those Who Claim The Homage Of Mankind As Their Born Due, And Find It, Till They Forfeit It Themselves!

Oh Who Can Tell, Save He Whose Heart Hath Tried.