The Fates, Like An Absent-minded Printer, Seldom

The Fates, Like An Absent-minded Printer, Seldom Allow A Single Line To Stand Perfect And Unmarred.

People Who Feel Themselves To Be Exiles In This World Are Mightily Inclined To Believe Themselves Citizens Of Another.

Love Is At Once More Animal Than Friendship And More Divine.

Reason And Happiness Are Like Other Flowers; They Wither When Plucked.

Plasticity Loves New Moulds Because It Can Fill Them, But For A Man Of Sluggish Mind And Bad Manners There Is Decidedly No Place Like Home.