Fame Is Bought By Happiness.

No Thoroughly Occupied Man Was Ever Yet Very Miserable.

How Beautiful, How Buoyant, And Glad Is Morning!

Alas! We Give Our Own Coloring To The Actions Of Others.

The Fact Is, That Life Is Too Short To Be Occupied By Aught But The Present - Hope And Remembrance Are Equally A Waste Of Time.

I Never Cast A Flower Away, A Gift Of One Who Car'd For Me; A Flower--a Faded Flower, But It Was Done Reluctantly.