Confidence Is Its Own Security.

Alas! The Praise Given To The Ear Ne'er Was Nor Ne'er Can Be Sincere.

No Thoroughly Occupied Man Was Ever Yet Very Miserable.

I Will Look On The Stars And Look On Thee, And Read The Page Of Thy Destiny.

The Truth Is, We Like To Talk Over Our Disasters, Because They Are Ours; And Others Like To Listen, Because They Are Not Theirs.

It Is Said That Ridicule Is The Test Of Truth; But It Is Never Applied Except When We Wish To Deceive Ourselves - When If We Cannot Exclude The Light, We Would Fain Draw The Curtain Before It. The Sneer Springs Out Of The Wish To Deny; And Wretched Must That State Of Mind Be, That Wishes To Take Refuge In Doubt.