There Is No Wretchedness Like Self-reproach.

How Disappointment Tracks The Steps Of Hope.

Youth, Balancing Itself Upon Hope, Is Forever In Extremes: Its Expectations Are Continually Aroused Only To Be Baffled, And Disappointment, Like A Summer Shower, Is Violent In Proportion To Its Brevity.

The Truth Is, We Never Make For Others The Allowance We Make For Ourselves; And We Should Deny Even Our Own Words, Could We Hear Them Spoken By Another.

How Very Satisfactory Those Discussions Must Be, Where Each Party Retains Their Own Opinion!

Imagination Is To Love What Gas Is To The Balloon-that Which Raises It From Earth.