Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds. Beware the fury of a patient man. But love's a malady without a cure. Dancing is the poetry of the foot. Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where. Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today. Love is love's reward. We first make our habits, and then our habits make us. Mighty things from small beginnings grow. Men are but children of a larger growth, our appetites as apt to change as theirs, and full as craving too, and full as vain. | 
