Fame Is Bought By Happiness.

How Often, In This Cold And Bitter World, Is The Warm Heart Thrown Back Upon Itself! Cold, Careless, Are We Of Another's Grief; We Wrap Ourselves In Sullen Selfishness.

It Merely Shews, After All, That Affection Is A Habit.

It Is Strange What Society Will Endure From Its Idols.

In Our Road Through Life We May Happen To Meet With A Man Casting A Stone Reverentially To Enlarge The Cairn Of Another Which Stone He Has Carried In His Bosom To Sling Against That Very Other's Head.

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