Experience Teaches, It Is True; But She

Repentance Is A One-faced Janus, Ever Looking To The Past.

Alas! We Makea Ladder Of Our Thoughts, Where Angels Step,but Sleep Ourselves At The Foot: Our High Resolveslook Down Upon Our Slumbering Acts.

Ah, Tell Me Not That Memory Sheds Gladness O'er The Past; What Is Recalled By Faded Flowers, Save That They Did Not Last? Were It Not Better To Forget, Than But Remember And Regret?

He Who Seeks Pleasure With Reference To Himself, Not Others, Will Ever Find That Pleasure Is Only Another Name For Discontent.

... Many A Heart Is Caught In The Rebound ... Pride May Be Soothed By The Ready Devotion Of Another; Vanity May Be Excited The More Keenly By Recent Mortification.