Poets, When They Write Of

Time Indeed Has Very Little To Do With Living Except At Its Beginning Or Near Its End.

We Do Good By Ourselves, But We Seldom Do Wrong Alone.

Things That Happen, However Painful They Are At The Time, Do Not Matter Very Much For Long. Only How We Behave To Them Matters.

All Daughters, Even When Most Aggravated By Their Mothers, Have A Secret Respect For Them. They Believe Perhaps That They Can Do Everything Better Than Their Mothers Can, And Many Things They Can Do Better, But They Have Not Yet Lived Long Enough To Be Sure How Successfully They Will Meet The Major Emergencies Of Life, Which Lie, Sometimes Quite Creditably, Behind Their Mothers.

Luck Enters Into Every Contingency. You Are A Fool If You Forget It -- And A Greater Fool If You Count Upon It.