At The Point When Affection

How Surely A Knowledge Of The World Hardens The Heart!

When Love Is Not Madness, It Is Not Love.

These Flowers, Which Were Splendid And Sprightly, Waking In The Dawn Of The Morning, In The Evening Will Be A Pitiful Frivolity, Sleeping In The Cold Night's Arms.

The Fox Is Very Cunning, But He Is More Cunning Who Catches The Fox.

A Good Action Is Never Lost; It Is A Treasure Laid Up And Guarded For The Doer's Need.