The World Is Not Made

Happiness Is Speechless.

Age Is A Matter Of Feeling, Not Of Years.

Anger, Even When It Punishes The Faults Of Delinquents, Ought Not To Precede Reason As Its Mistress, But Attend As A Handmaid At The Back Of Reason, To Come To The Front When Bidden. For Once It Begins To Take Control Of The Mind, It Calls Just What It Does Cruelly.

The Pride Of Ancestry Increases In The Ratio Of Distance.

The Fragrance Always Stays In The Hand That Gives The Rose.