What We Love Once, We Love Forever.

I Have Known Men Who Have Been Sold And Bought A Hundred Times, Who Have Only Got Very Fat And Very Comfortable In The Process Of Exchange.

Opposition To A Man In Love Is Like Oil To Fire.

For What Is The Gift Of The Poet And The Artist Except To See The Sights Which Others Cannot See And To Hear The Sounds That Others Cannot Hear?

Could We See When And Where We Are To Meet Again, We Would Be More Tender When We Bid Our Friends Goodbye.

Friendship Is Usually Treated...as A Tough...thing Which Will Survive All Manner Of Bad Treatment. But This Is An Exceedingly Great And Foolish Error; It May Die In An Hour Of A Single Unwise Word.