Courtship Is To Marriage, As

Uncertainty And Expectation Are The Joys Of Life. Security Is An Insipid Thing.

Thus Grief Still Treads Upon The Heels Of Pleasure; Married In Haste, We May Repent At Leisure.

I Always Take Blushing Either For A Sign Of Guilt, Or Of Ill Breeding.

Turn Pimp, Flatterer, Quack, Lawyer, Parson, Be Chaplain To An Atheist, Or Stallion To An Old Woman, Anything But A Poet; For A Poet Is Worse, More Servile, Timorous And Fawning Than Any I Have Named.

Words Are The Weak Support Of Cold Indifference; Love Has No Language To Be Heard.