Those Two Fatal Words, Mine

I Know Well Enough That There Have Been Dogs So Loving That They Have Thrown Themselves Into The Same Grave With The Dead Bodies Of Their Masters.

Love Is Influenced By No Consideration, Recognizes No Restraints Of Reason, And Is Of The Same Nature As Death, That Assails Alike The Lofty Palaces Of Kings And The Humble Cabins Of Shepherds; And When It Takes Entire Possession Of A Heart, The First Thing It Does Is To Banish Fear And Shame From It.

I Believe There's No Proverb But What Is True; They Are All So Many Sentences And Maxims Drawn From Experience, The Universal Mother Of Sciences.

Tis The Only Comfort Of The Miserable To Have Partners In Their Woes.

Blessed Be He Who Invented Sleep, A Cloak That Covers All A Man's Thoughts.