A Vast Deal Of Human Sympathy Runs

The Present Is Burthened Too Much With The Past.

Happiness Is Not Found In Things You Possess, But In What You Have The Courage To Release.

Truth Often Finds Its Way To The Mind Close Muffled In Robes Of Sleep, And Then Speaks With Uncompromising Directness Of Matters In Regard To Which We Practise An Unconscious Self-deception During Our Waking Moments.

But This Had Been A Sin Of Passion, Not Of Principle, Nor Even Purpose.

I Have Come To See The Nonsense Of Attempting To Describe Fine Scenery. There Is No Such Possibility. If Scenery Could Be Adequately Reproduced In Words, There Would Have Been No Need Of God's Making It In Reality.