Love Can Sun The Realms Of Night.

We Can Never Replace A Friend. When A Man Is Fortunate Enough To Have Several, He Finds They Are All Different. No One Has A Double In Friendship.

Many A Smiling Face Hides A Mourning Heart; But Grief Alone Teaches Us What We Are.

Virtue, Though Clothed In A Beggar's Garb, Commands Respect.

Death Is A Mighty Mediator. There All The Flames Of Rage Are Extinguished, Hatred Is Appeased, And Angelic Pity, Like A Weeping Sister, Bends With Gentle And Close Embrace Over The Funeral Urn.

No Emperor Has The Power To Dictate To The Heart.