But Still Remember, If You

They Whom Truth And Wisdom Lead, Can Gather Honey From A Weed.

How Readily We Wish Time Spent Revoked, That We Might Try The Ground Again Where Once--through Inexperience, As We Now Perceive--we Missed That Happiness We Might Have Found!

I Pity Them Greatly, But I Must Be Mum, For How Could We Do Without Sugar And Rum?

To Impute Our Recovery To Medicine, And To Carry Our View No Further, Is To Rob God Of His Honor, And Is Saying In Effect That He Has Parted With The Keys Of Life And Death, And, By Giving To A Drug The Power To Heal Us, Has Placed Our Lives Out Of His Own Reach.

Domestic Happiness, Thou Only Bliss Of Paradise That Has Surviv'd The Fall!