The Person Whose Doors I Enter With

There Are Names Written In Her Immortal Scroll At Which Fame Blushes!

Love Turns, With A Little Indulgence, To Indifference Or Disgust; Hatred Alone Is Immortal.

Every Man, In His Own Opinion, Forms An Exception To The Ordinary Rules Of Morality.

We Prefer Ourselves To Others, Only Because We A Have More Intimate Consciousness And Confirmed Opinion Of Our Own Claims And Merits Than Of Any Other Person's.

The Severest Critics Are Always Those Who Have Either Never Attempted, Or Who Have Failed In Original Composition.