Some Feelings Are To Mortals Given With

Whose Lenient Sorrows Find Relief, Whose Joys Are Chastened By Their Grief.

Literature Is A Great Staff, But A Very Sorry Crutch.

Silence, Maiden; Thy Tongue Outruns Thy Discretion.

Cats Are A Very Mysterious Kind Of Folk. There Is Always More Passing In Their Minds Than We Are Aware Of.

The Sun Never Sets On The Immense Empire Of Charles V.