A Genuine Passion Is Like A Mountain

Merit Is Never So Conspicuous As When Coupled With An Obscure Origin, Just As The Moon Never Appears So Lustrous As When It Emerges From A Cloud.

The Past Is The Sepulchre Of Our Dead Emotions.

Troubles Forereckoned Are Doubly Suffered.

God Has Created Too Few Unmixed Evils To Warrant The Belief That Death Is One Of Them. In All Things Else In Nature, Goodness So Abounds That We Are Authorized To Infer That It Does Not Stop Even At The Grave. It Is Only That Her Footprints Have Become Invisible.

A Man Cannot Paint Portraits Till He Has Seen Faces.