He That Travels Much Knows

There Is More Pleasure In Loving Than In Being Beloved.

You Gazed At The Moon And Fell In The Gutter.

Memory Depends Very Much On The Perspicuity, Regularity, And Order Of Our Thoughts. Many Complain Of The Want Of Memory, When The Defect Is In The Judgment; And Others, By Grasping At All, Retain Nothing.

No Man Can Be Happy Without A Friend, Nor Be Sure Of His Friend Till He Is Unhappy.

If It Were Not For Hopes, The Heart Would Break.