As A Man Grows Older It Is

Sorrows Gather Around Great Souls As Storms Do Around Mountains; But, Like Them, They Break The Storm And Purify The Air Of The Plain Beneath Them.

Each Departed Friend Is A Magnet That Attracts Us To The Next World.

Romanticism Is Beauty Without Bounds-the Beautiful Infinite.

Nothing Is More Beautiful Than Cheerfulness In An Old Face.

It Is Not Great, But Little Good-haps That Make Up Happiness.