Flattery Has To Overcome My Mistrust, And

The Man Of Sensibility Is Too Busy Talking About His Feelings To Have Time For Good Deeds.

I Know That I Am Very Much Like Everybody Else, But Not Really.

An Event Is Not Over Until Everyone Is Tired Of Talking About It.

Staid Middle Age Loves The Hurricane Passions Of Opera.

Looking Backward At What Has Been Lost, I Feel Sad, Then Indifferent, And At Last Relieved.