A Man Nearly Sixty Is

... How Poorly Do We Love Even Those Whom We Love Most! We Are Not Only Bruised By The Limitations Of Their Love For Us, But Also By The Limitations Of Our Own Love For Them.

I Have Seen That Every One Forgives Much In Themselves That They Find Unpardonable In Other People.

To Take Offence Is A Great Folly, And To Give Offence Is A Great Folly - I Know Not Which Is The Greater.

This World Is Run With Far Too Tight A Rein For Luck To Interfere. Fortune Sells Her Wares; She Never Gives Them. In Some Form Or Other, We Pay For Her Favors; Or We Go Empty Away.

Truth Can Be Outraged By Silence Quite As Cruelly As By Speech.