Great Minds Always Tend To See Virtue

Virtue, Perhaps, Is Nothing More Than Politeness Of Soul.

To Speak Of Love Is To Make Love.

Glory Is A Poison, Good To Be Taken In Small Doses.

Suffering Predisposes The Mind To Devoutness; And Most Young Girls, Prompted By Instinctive Tenderness, Lean Towards Mysticism, The Obscurer Side Of Religion.

Good Befalls Us While We Sleep, Sometimes.