The Wicked Are Always Ungrateful.

All Kinds Of Beauty Do Not Inspire Love; There Is A Kind Which Only Pleases The Sight, But Does Not Captivate The Affections.

I'll Turn Over A New Leaf.

They Must Take Me For A Fool, Or Even Worse, A Lunatic. And No Wonder ,for I Am So Intensely Conscious Of My Misfortune And My Misery Is So Overwhelming That I Am Powerless To Resist It And Am Being Turned Into Stone, Devoid Of All Knowledge Or Feeling.

Tis A Dainty Thing To Command, Though 'twere But A Flock Of Sheep.

There Is No Greater Folly In The World Than For A Man To Despair.