Forty Is The Old Age Of Youth;

If Nobody Loved, The Sun Would Go Out.

God Is Behind Everything, But Everything Hides God.

The Clouds, - The Only Birds That Never Sleep.

As We Have Said, Robust Souls Are Sometimes Almost, But Not Entirely, Overthrown By Strokes Of Misfortune....despair Has Steps Leading Upward. From Total Depression We Rise To Despondency, From Despondency To Affliction, From Affliction To Melancholy. Melancholy Is A Twilight State In Which Suffering Transmutes Into A Somber Joy....melancholy Is The Enjoyment Of Being Sad.

The Straight Line, A Respectable Optical Illusion Which Ruins Many A Man.