One Of The Pleasures Of Reading Old

I Have Great Hopes That We Shall Love Each Other All Our Lives As Much As If We Had Never Married At All.

Self Praise Is No Praise At All.

Are Not The Mountains, Waves, And Skies As Much A Part Of Me, As I Of Them?

Friendship May, And Often Does, Grow Into Love, But Love Never Subsides Into Friendship.

This Quiet Sail Is As A Noiseless Wing To Waft Me From Distraction.