Friendship is Love without his wings!

Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.

All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.

Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.

Every day confirms my opinion on the superiority of a vicious life - and if Virtue is not its own reward I don't know any other stipend annexed to it.