The Woman that does not love your Frowns Will never embrace your smiles.

The pure soul shall mount on native wings, . . . and cut a path into the heaven of glory.

To generalize is to be an idiot.

Nature in darkness groans and men are bound to sullen contemplation in the night: restless they turn on beds of sorrow; in their inmost brain feeling the crushing wheels, they rise, they write the bitter words of stern philosophy and knead the bread of knowledge with tears and groans.

When a sinister person means to be your enemy, they always start by trying to become your friend.

Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache: do be my enemy for friendship's sake.

My silks and fine array, My smiles and languished air, By love are driv'n away And mournful lean Despair Brings me yew to deck my grave: Such end true lovers have.