Defeat May Be Victory In

It Is True, That It Is Not At All Necessary To Love Many Books, In Order To Love Them Much.

Mercy More Becomes A Magistrate Than The Vindictive Wrath Which Men Call Justice.

What Else Remains For Me? Youth, Hope And Love; To Build A New Life On A Ruined Life.

Oh, How Beautiful Is The Summer Night, Which Is Not Night, But A Sunless, Yet Unclouded, Day, Descending Upon Earth With Dews And Shadows And Refreshing Coolness! How Beautiful The Long Mild Twilight, Which, Like A Silver Clasp, Unites Today With Yesterday!

Never Idle A Moment, But Thrifty And Thoughtful Of Others.