Habit Is A Second Nature,

I Cannot Love Evergreens - They Are The Misanthropes Of Nature. To Them The Spring Brings No Promise, The Autumn No Decline; They Are Cut Off From The Sweetest Of All Ties With Their Kind - Sympathy. ... I Will Have No Evergreens In My Garden; When The Inevitable Winter Comes, Every Beloved Plant And Favorite Tree Shall Drop Together - No Solitary Fir Left To Triumph Over The Companionship Of Decay.

Alas! The Praise Given To The Ear Ne'er Was Nor Ne'er Can Be Sincere.

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

Anticipation Is A Bad Sleeping Draught.

Whatever People In General Do Not Understand, They Are Al Ways Prepared To Dislike; The Incomprehensible Is Always The Obnoxious.