Few Have Wished For Memory

Pride, If Not The Origin, Is The Medium Of All Wickedness-the Atmosphere Without Which It Would Instantly Die Away.

When We Consider The Incidents Of Former Days, And Perceive, While Reviewing The Long Line Of Causes, How The Most Important Events Of Our Lives Originated In The Most Trifling Circumstances; How The Beginning Of Our Greatest Happiness Or Greatest Misery Is To Be Attributed To A Delay, To An Accident, To A Mistake; We Learn A Lesson Of Profound Humility.

Infinite Toil Would Not Enable You To Sweep Away A Mist; But By Ascending A Little, You May Often Look Over It Altogether. So It Is With Our Moral Improvement: We Wrestle Fiercely With A Vicious Habit, Which Could Have No Hold Upon Us If We Ascended Into A Higher Moral Atmosphere.

Those Who Never Philosophized Until They Met With Disappointments, Have Mostly Become Disappointed Philosophers

No Man, Or Woman, Was Ever Cured Of Love By Discovering The Falseness Of His Or Her Lover. The Living Together For Three Long, Rainy Days In The Country Has Done More To Dispel Love Than All The Perfidies In Love That Have Ever Been Committed.