Absurdities Die Of Self-strangulation.

The Memory Of Past Favors Is Like A Rainbow, Bright, Vivid, And Beautiful; But It Soon Fades Away. The In Memory Of Injuries Is Engraved On The Heart, And Remains Forever.

Hope Is A Pleasant Acquaintance, But An Unsafe Friend.

What A Sight There Is In That "smile!" It Changes Like A Chameleon. There Is A Vacant Smile, A Cold Smile, A Smile Of Hate, A Satiric Smile, An Affected Smile; But, Above All, A Smile Of Love.

An Uncontrolled Imagination May Become As Surely Intoxicated By Overindulgence As A Toper May Do Bodily With Strong Drink.

Contentment Is, After All, Simply Refined Indolence.