Resignation Is A Daily Suicide.

All Men Can Bear A Familiar, Definite Misfortune Better Than The Cruel Alternations Of A Fate Which, From One Moment To Another, Brings Excessive Joy Or Sorrow.

For Certain People, Misfortune Is A Beacon That Lights Up The Dark And Baser Sides Of Social Life.

For A Sick Man The World Begins At His Pillow And Ends At The Foot Of His Bed.

We Exaggerate Misfortune And Happiness Alike. We Are Never As Bad Off Or As Happy As We Say We Are.

Love Has Its Own Instinct, Finding The Way To The Heart, As The Feeblest Insect Finds The Way To Its Flower, With A Will Which Nothing Can Dismay Nor Turn Aside.