There Is A Vast Deal

It Is Delightful To Kiss The Eyelashes Of The Beloved--is It Not? But Never So Delightful As When Fresh Tears Are On Them.

We Are No Longer Happy So Soon As We Wish To Be Happier.

The Writing Of The Wise Are The Only Riches Our Posterity Cannot Squander.

The Present, Like A Note In Music, Is Nothing But As It Appertains To What Is Past And What Is To Come.

The Foundation Of Domestic Happiness Is Faith In The Virtue Of Woman.