The Fate Of Love Is

It Is Always The Simple That Produces The Marvelous.

... The Evil That Comes Out Of Your Lips, Into Your Own Bosom Will Fall.

To Forgive Freely, Is What We Owe To Our Enemy; To Forget Not, Is What We Owe To Ourselves.

The Fruit Of Life Is Experience, Not Happiness.

There Are No Little Events In Life, Those We Think Of No Consequence May Be Full Of Fate, And It Is At Our Own Risk If We Neglect The Acquaintances And Opportunities That Seem To Be Casually Offered, And Of Small Importance.