Guilt Is A Spiritual Rubicon.

Happiness Is A Sunbeam Which May Pass Through A Thousand Bosoms Without Losing A Particle Of Its Original Ray; Nay, When It Strikes On A Kindred Heart, Like The Converged Light On A Mirror, It Reflects Itself With Redoubled Brightness. It Is Not Perfected Till It Is Shared.

Nobility, Without Virtue, Is A Fine Setting Without A Gem

Be Shocking, Be Daring, Be Bold, Be Passionate.

There Is Nothing So Clear-sighted And Sensible As A Noble Mind In A Low Estate.

The Platform Or The Altar Of Love May Be Analyzed And Explained; It Is Constructed Of Virtue, Beauty, And Affection. Such Is The Pyre, Such Is The Offering; But The Ethereal Spark Must Come From Heaven, That Lights The Sacrifice.