Consult Duty Not Events.

Ah What Avails The Sceptred Race, Ah What The Form Divine! What Every Virtue, Every Grace! Rose Aylmer, All Were Thine. Rose Aylmer, Whom These Wakeful Eyes May Weep, But Never See, A Night Of Memories And Of Sighs I Consecrate To Thee.

I Never Did A Single Wise Thing In The Whole Course Of My Existence, Although I Have Written Many Which Have Been Thought So.

Religion Is The Eldest Sister Of Philosophy: On Whatever Subjects They May Differ, It Is Unbecoming In Either To Quarrel, And Most So About Their Inheritance.

The Vain Poet Is Of The Opinion That Nothing Of His Can Be Too Much: He Sends To You Basketful After Basketful Of Juiceless Fruit, Covered With Scentless Flowers.

God Made The Rose Out Of What Was Left Of Woman At The Creation. The Great Difference Is, We Feel The Rose's Thorns When We Gather It; And The Other's When We Have Had It For Some Time.