My Heart Is Its Own Grave!

Habit Is Our Idea Of Eternity.

Oh, Only Those Whose Souls Have Felt This One Idolatry Can Tell How Precious Is The Slightest Thing Affection Gives And Hallows.

I Think Hearts Are Very Much Like Glasses. If They Do Not Break With The First Ring, They Usually Last A Considerable Time.

Delicious Tears! The Heart's Own Dew.

Curiosity Is Its Own Suicide.