No Man Was Ever Ruined

Solitude Is Such A Potential Thing. We Hear Voices In Solitude, We Never Hear In The Hurry And Turmoil Of Life; We Receive Counsels And Comforts, We Get Under No Other Condition.

It Is Always The Simple That Produces The Marvelous.

... Trouble Of All Kinds Is Voluble, And Has Plenty Of Words, But Happiness Was Never Written Down.

If A Thing Is To Be Done, There Is No Time Like The Hour That Has Not Struck.

It Is Only In Sorrow Bad Weather Masters Us; In Joy We Face The Storm And Defy It.