The Mind Cannot Long Play The Heart's

We Sometimes Imagine We Hate Flattery, But We Only Hate The Way We Are Flattered.

Quarrels Would Not Last Long If The Fault Was Only On One Side.

It Is Often Merely For An Excuse That We Say Things Are Impossible.

Love Is To The Soul Of Him Who Loves, What The Soul Is To The Body Which It Animates.

Time's Chariot-wheels Make Their Carriage-road In The Fairest Face.