A Variety Of Nothing Is Superior To

God Is An Unutterable Sigh, Planted In The Depths Of The Soul.

Men, Like Bullets, Go Farthest When They Are Smoothest.

The Darkness Of Death Is Like The Evening Twilight; It Makes All Objects Appear More Lovely To The Dying.

Man's Feelings Are Always Purest And Most Glowing In The Hour Of Meeting And Of Farewell.

Nothing Is More Beautiful Than Cheerfulness In An Old Face.