The Joy Of A Strong Nature Is

Friendship Needs To Be Rooted In Respect, But Love Can Live Upon Itself Alone

Age Is Nothing But Death That Is Conscious.

Fame Has Only The Span Of The Day, They Say. But To Live In The Hearts Of People-that Is Worth Something.

There Is No More Terrible Woe Upon Earth Than The Woe Of The Stricken Brain, Which Remembers The Days Of Its Strength, The Living Light Of Its Reason, The Sunrise Of Its Proud Intelligence, And Knows That These Have Passed Away Like A Tale That Is Told.

To Vice, Innocence Must Always Seem Only A Superior Kind Of Chicanery.