Where The Mouth Is Sweet And The

The Person Who Can Be Only Serious Or Only Cheerful, Is But Half A Man.

Colors Are The Smiles Of Nature. When They Are Extremely Smiling, And Break Forth Into Other Beauty Besides, They Are Her Laughs.

The Last Excessive Feelings Of Delight Are Always Grave.

Did You Ever Observe That Immoderate Laughter Always Ends In A Sigh?

I Loved My Friend For His Gentleness, His Candor, His Good Repute, His Freedom Even From My Own Livelier Manner, His Calm And Reasonable Kindness. It Was Not Any Particular Talent That Attracted Me To Him, Or I Anything Striking Whatsoever. I Should Say In One Word, It Was His Goodness.