Human Life Runs Its Course

Happy Is It, Indeed, For Me That My Heart Is Capable Of Feeling The Same Simple And Innocent Pleasure As The Peasant Whose Table Is Covered With Food Of His Own Rearing, And Who Not Only Enjoys His Meal, But Remembers With Delight The Happy Days And Sunny Mornings When He Planted It, The Soft Evenings When He Watered It, And The Pleasure He Experienced In Watching Its Daily Growth.

After Fifteen Minutes Nobody Looks At A Rainbow.

I Know Nothing More Mocking Than A Devil That Despairs.

For Usually People Resist As Long As They Can To Dismiss The Fool They Harbor In Their Bosom, They Resist To Confess A Major Mistake Or To Admit A Truth That Makes Them Despair.

The Eternal Female Draws Us Onward.