Ah, Tell Me Not That

Affection Exaggerates Its Own Offenses.

Farewell's A Bitter Word To Say.

Jealousy Ought To Be Tragic, To Save It From Being Ridiculous.

Nothing More Strongly Marks The Insufficiency Of Luxuries Than The Ease With Which People Grow Accustomed To Them; They Are Rather Known By Their Want Than By Their Presence. The Word 'blasé' Has Been Coined Expressly For The Use Of The Upper Classes.

The Heart's Hushed Secret In The Soft Dark Eye.