My love for those I love -- not many -- not very many, but don't I love them so?
To multiply the harbors does not reduce the sea.
Truth - is as old as God-.
Mine Enemy is growing old -- I have at last Revenge -- The Palate of the Hate departs -- If any would avenge Let him be quick -- the Viand flits -- It is a faded Meat -- Anger as soon as fed is dead -- 'Tis starving makes it fat
My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word
How do most people live without any thought? There are many people in the world,--you must have noticed them in the street,--how do they live? How do they get strength to put on their clothes in the morning?