One Hates An Author That's All Author.

I Can't But Say It Is An Awkward Sight To See One's Native Land Receding Through The Growing Waters; It Unmans One Quite, Especially When Life Is Rather New.

The Busy Have No Time For Tears.

Think You, If Laura Had Been Petrarch's Wife, He Would Have Written Sonnets All His Life?.

Whenever I Meet With Anything Agreeable In This World It Surprises Me So Much - And Pleases Me So Much (when My Passions Are Not Interested In One Way Or The Other) That I Go On Wondering For A Week To Come.

Sighing That Nature Formed But One Such Man, And Broke The Die.