Neither love nor ambition, as it has often been shown, can brook a division of its empire in the heart.
Christian Nestell BoveeTo death we owe our life; the passing of one generation opens a way for another.
Christian Nestell BoveeWit must be without effort. Wit is play, not work; a nimbleness of the fancy, not a laborious effort of the will; a license, a holiday, a carnival of thought and feeling, not a trifling with speech, a constraint upon language, a duress upon words.
Christian Nestell Bovee