This Garden Has A Soul, I Know

A Pleasure So Exquisite As Almost To Amount To Pain.

Affection, Like Melancholy, Magnifies Trifles.

The Beautiful Attracts The Beautiful.

"books ... Books, ..." He Exclaims. It Is Those That Teach Us To Refine On Our Pleasures When Young, And Which, Having So Taught Us, Enable Us To Recall Them With Satisfaction When Old.

May Exalting And Humanizing Thoughts Forever Accompany Me, Making Me Confident Without Pride, And Modest Without Servility.