Grief Knits Two Hearts In Closer Bonds

Virginity Is The Poetry, Not The Reality, Of Life.

Friendship, Sweet-resting Place Of The Soul, The Gloaming Wherein Our Hearts Find Peace.

My Mother Was Convinced, And On This Head I Have Retained Her Firm Belief, That To Kill Animals For The Purpose Of Feeding On Their Flesh Is One Of The Most Deplorable And Shameful Infirmities Of The Human State; That It Is One Of Those Curses Cast Upon Man Either By His Fall, Or By The Obduracy Of His Own Perversity.

Nature Has Given Women Two Painful But Heavenly Gifts, Which Distinguish Them, And Often Raise Them Above Human Nature,--compassion And Enthusiasm. By Compassion, They Devote Themselves; By Enthusiasm They Exalt Themselves.

Let Us Love The Passing Hour, Let Us Hurry Up And Enjoy Our Time.