We Don't Have Two Hearts, One For

Esteem Incites Friendship, But Not Love; The Former Is The Twin Brother Of Reverence; The Latter Is The Child Of Equality.

Joy Is A Flame Which Association Alone Can Keep Alive, And Which Goes Out Unless Communicated.

When A Dog Is In Your Life, There Is Always A Reason To Laugh.

Ink Is The Transcript Of Thought.

What Mortal Is There, Over Whose First Joys And Happiness Does Not Break Some Storm, Dispelling With Its Icy Breath His Fanciful Illusions, And Shattering His Altar?