Fame Is Bought By Happiness.

It Is Said That Ridicule Is The Test Of Truth; But It Is Never Applied Except When We Wish To Deceive Ourselves - When If We Cannot Exclude The Light, We Would Fain Draw The Curtain Before It. The Sneer Springs Out Of The Wish To Deny; And Wretched Must That State Of Mind Be, That Wishes To Take Refuge In Doubt.

Nothing Is So Fortunate For Mankind As Its Diversity Of Opinion.

How Disappointment Tracks The Steps Of Hope.

How Beautiful, How Buoyant, And Glad Is Morning!

Ah, Tell Me Not That Memory Sheds Gladness O'er The Past, What Is Recalled By Faded Flowers, Save That They Did Not Last?