Fortune Befriends The Bold.

My Friends Are My Estate. Forgive Me Then The Avarice To Hoard Them. They Tell Me Those Who Were Poor Early Have Different Views Of Gold. I Don't Know How That Is. God Is Not So Wary As We, Else He Would Give Us No Friends, Lest We Forget Him.

The Truth I Do Not Dare To Know I Muffle With A Jest.

Longing Is Like A Seed That Wrestles In The Ground

The Morning After Woe- Tis Frequently The Way- Surpasses All That Rose Before- For Utter Jubilee-.

But A Book Is Only The Heart's Portrait- Every Page A Pulse.