No Hour Arrives So Soon As The

Toil Is The Portion Of Day, As Sleep Is That Of Night; But If There Be One Hour Of The Twenty-four Which Has The Life Of Day Without Its Labor, And The Rest Of Night Without Its Slumber, It Is The Lovely And Languid Hour Of Twilight.

Nothing Is So Fortunate For Mankind As Its Diversity Of Opinion.

Affection Exaggerates Its Own Offenses.

Hopes And Regrets Are The Sweetest Links Of Existence.

I Have No Parting Sigh To Give, So Take My Parting Smile.