Anticipation Is A Bad Sleeping

... True Love Is Like Religion, It Hath Its Silence And Its Sanctity.

Are We Not Like The Actor Of Old Times, Who Wore His Mask So Long His Face Took Its Likeness?

A Preface Is A Species Of Literary Luxury, Where An Author, Like A Lover, Is Privileged To Be Egotistical.

So Much To Win, So Much To Lose, No Marvel That I Fear To Choose.

Ingratitude Is The Necessary Consequence Of Receiving Favors Of Which We Are Ashamed.