It Is Easy To Promise, And Alas!

As All The Perfumes Of The Vanished Dayrise From The Earth Still Moistened With The Dewso From My Chastened Soul Beneath Thy Rayold Love Is Born Anew.

A Happy Memory Is Perhaps On This Earth Truer Than Happiness Itself.

Disgrace Is The Synonym Of Discovery.

Repartee Is Altogether A Natural Endowment, And Is The Lightning Of The Mind.

There Is No Worse Sorrow Than Remembering Happiness In The Day Of Sorrow.