The Envious Will Die, But

To Live Without Loving Is Not Really To Live.

There Is No Reward So Delightful, No Pleasure So Exquisite, As Having One's Work Known And Acclaimed By Those Whose Applause Confers Honor.

The World, Dear Agnes, Is A Strange Affair.

The More We Love Our Friends, The Less We Flatter Them; It Is By Excusing Nothing That Pure Love Shows Itself.

Frankly, It's Good Enough To Lock Up In A Drawer.